As soft winds sweep away the days,
I look back on life through a haze.
Remembering playgrounds, parks and friends,
In a childlike gaze that never ends.
The laughter in a soccer match,
Shall every memory ever attach.
To innocence in youthful eyes,
Scoring a goal to my dad\'s surprise.
I recall my first fall, first wreck,
He picked me up and said \"What the heck?\"
Convinced me to give it one more try,
While, knees skinned, I forgot to cry.
Just the joy in knowing he was there,
Making him proud was my only care.
There was nothing that I couldn\'t do,
My heart held fast that to be true.
Though teenage years were pretty rough,
I sure wasn\'t too big or too tough.
You taught me to defend what\'s right,
And to never back down from a fight.
So I learned the hard way to stand,
Still, which each lump, I found your hand.
Drawing from you an inner strength,
And stubborn pride of equal length.
But there, the line of fate was drawn,
As though I blinked and you were gone.
I found myself facing the sun,
Not woman, not girl, fatherless, one.
Eyes blinded by a void inside,
I could not live now that you had died.
Alas finding it to be true,
I could do nothing without you.
Please Dad, today just hear my call,
I\'m sorry that I failed you and I did fall.
The game is wrecked, my knees are skinned,
My emotions are undisciplined.
I can\'t get up although I try,
Please don\'t be upset if I cry.
Though I can\'t fight what I can\'t see,
Please Dad, say you\'re still proud of me.