Dad

Growing up was not the best experience as a child and your constant fighting filled us with fear. Not understanding the pain you hide inside, not knowing that life trew you many curfballs...

Even in the fire of life you gave us gold...
Every tear of yeaster year wet our gardens of life to understand that the seeds needed the waters for the fruits to grow into a perfect harvest... 

Seeing you shine the day of tomorrow wiped away the bad memories of rage and tears.
Hearing you speak of love and forgiveness, gave us the strength to walk with pride and life is not always perfect.

Even in the fire of life you gave us gold...
Every tear of yeaster year wet our gardens of life to understand that the seeds needed the waters for the fruits to grow into a perfect harvest..

With so much pain you walked into life
Stumbling and falling but always running afterwards,never afraid of the thorns on the road.hurting inside you plucked them out and even walking with all the pain inside.


Even in the fire of life you gave us gold...
Every tear of yeaster year wet our gardens of life to understand that the seeds needed the waters for the fruits to grow into perfect harvest..... ...

When looking back I know you did your best,
Never afraid of being a friend, even to those who lost all hope,not only a friend but giving them faith to believe in themselves.
Sorry for not understanding and fighting a foe who only gave me life...
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Even in the fire of life you gave us gold...
Every tear of yeaster year wet our gardens of life to understand that the seeds needed the waters for the fruits to grow into a perfect harvest.... Dad our friend who gave us life and making our journey a road of adventure and discovery when alls said and done.
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