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