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I'm Not My Father's Son
I'm not my father's son
I may be in blood
But in many ways none.
How to be a dad, and always be near
Far from the case
Life was weird
Most kids I knew, had a dad that played games
Took them out to places, even baseball games.
Picnic's , fishing, to the local lakes they would go.
While I was around saying " Where did my Dad go?
As I got older and things began to change
I began to realize
I was my father's son in many ways
Working hard to feed the kids
Making sure they had the things I missed
Knowing I was hardly around
Just trying to keep my feet on the ground
That's when it all got clear
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