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Where's My Dad

I never got to meet my Dad, alone with my questions feeling bad.
There are some things a mother can't do, there is just no way to make one parent two.
I remember being ashamed at times, friends fishing with there dads but I'm not with mine.
Why was this life given to me, without my Dad what kind of man would I be. 
I wonder who he is have I seen him on the street, how old will I be when me and Dad meet.
Is he my banker or maybe a cop, I will always want to know and that will never stop.
What do I say when my son starts to ask, coming up with an answer will be quite a task.
Dose not having him make me less of a man, surely you know this wasn't the plan.
Do I keep this a secrete never to tell, keeping this in will really be hell.
Now I try to be super dad, never letting anyone see me sad.
I hope one day we can reunite, me with my Father that will be a sight.

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Try

Pushing forward is becoming a chore, so much effort there is nothing left to store.
Giving all of me to make a life, how much of me will be left for my son or my wife?
I work to bring home a living to give it away, my hands are so worn how can I pray.
We pray in our time and god answers in his, but I've waited so long I forgot who He is.
There is no more luck and time is running out, but keep going Ryan there's not time to pout. 
My job has been taken my livelihood gone, some how and way I keep moving on.
How will my son see my if I fail, the boat's sinking now who will help bail?
Will some good ever knock on my door, or am I to lose forever more?
What happened to the American dream? Now it's a nightmare and I'm unable to scream.
Someone please wake me from this before too long, and remember my struggle in story and song.
I will be reborn in every generation, surrounded with hard times and overwhelmed with
frustration .
Being a man too hardened to cry, my only outlet is to always too try.

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I Must Go.

It's easy too look at me and say, why did your life turn out that way?
Why do I care what you think, it's like your taking my worth and making it shrink.
I'm so sorry I couldn't be you, at least I'm real and my character is true.
I am happy in my own skin, and with you no matter what I cannot win.
You point your finger in my face, your words stinging like a spray of mace.
I can't let you get to me, I must remain free.
To be the person I want to be, your just mad that you'll never be me.
I cannot walk in your shoes, if I try I'll surely lose.
One day you might look back, but I'll be gone on my track.
Where I'm going I do not know, but I do know this I must go.

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My Son

My son is new life breathed into me, a new branch on the family tree.
My reason for waking each day, the reason for every time I pray.
Life for me is now complete, and having him in it is such a treat.
Always with the look of love, truly a gift from above.
I could not tell you what life would be like, without the joy of my little tyke.
I never thought I could feel like this, with all the hardships he brings bliss.
He can take away the sorrows of the day, when he smiles at me that way.
Melting my heart worming our home, with his love I'm never alone.
My little boy you will never know, my love for you will alway grow.
I will try hard to let you know, I'll never hide it I'll always show.

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For Mom

My single mother worked so hard, for a one bedroom apartment  with no yard.
Cooking when most are asleep on bed, non stop overtime too bring home the bread.
I will alway keep her in my heart, nothing could ever pull us apart.
My first love will always be her, when she is old and grey I'll be there for sure.
Giving me all that she could, doing everything that mom's should.
This woman's life could have been easy, but instead she did everything to please me.
She is my help to when I rhyme, I know I'll love her untill the end of time.

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Moving On

Time seems too move and, slide so fast, it's almost like nothing good can last.
I see myself getting older each day, I know that the sparkle in my eye cannot stay.
I smile at times, but only half, with all this pressure it's getting hard too laugh.
I'm aware of things that I've got, and very enlightened to what I have not,
I've learned to let go of that witch is gone, and that my friends is called moving on.