My, our father was a good man
We remember him being strict
A man of his word
Probably not cut out for this world
Passed away in his early forties
When i was naughty
He was quick to anger
Had a short temper
So i thought, being naive
Now i see what he achieved
Long after he was gone
I can stand my ground on my own
I stand up for my rights
I will put up a fight
I am not swayed by mob psychology
Least of all by theology
All thanks to my, our father
Our father, who art in heaven.
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