Father

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Father dickvanhethoog
Father what went wrong with use after all these years
When I was a young lad we had fun, laughter and even tears
But the older we grow the bond got weak
and in the end You didn’t want to speak

the years pass by You never came around
To see your grandchild on the play ground
I know it would make mom so glad
To see that little grandchild in his bed

Now you’re old I try to talk to you wants more
But the words remain in my throat I can’t say them any more
my hope on your dying bed you would break the silent
but you did’t it’s all so sad and emotionally violent
it’s so hard you to them in the graveyard