The Father Of My Father
I hear stories of the man that we love,
And know that he looks down on us from above.
My father tells me with great joy, that man he used to be,
And I could never forget the time he spent with me.
I didn't get to see him much, because we lived so far away.
But when we would visit, i would give him my whole day.
He was a man that loved nature, and enjoyed to be outside.
He would take me with him fishing, and it gave me much pride.