For half his life he's lived without,
The stong and nurturing hands,
Of guidance from a parent,
Alone in a smokey land.
Yet somehow he's grown up to be
More than most can aspire
So morally enabled,
With a heart that burns like fire
A light to show my problems
A light blind my fears
A light to make everything better
A strong man to wipe my tears!
I love you.
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