The world is big like vessel for me,
My Father's something special for me.
Vessel holds so many things,
My father's bold to handle the things.
He's the one does the things to the brim,
He's the one completes my dreams.
When he is there my hopes are there,
In every joy he gives me share.
He puts the thing so fine,
Upon the mind of mine.
And shows the signals,
On every fallen line.
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