I sit here and sob over his death,
Even though him living was some sort of threat,
I once thought I didnt have a hero,
Then I looked on top of my burrow,
I saw a burnt cigar box,
Inside was a letter from him to me I read it out loud it sounded just like the way he talks,
I realized that I look up to someone I would have never have guessed,
This was a person the lord had taken and had his family blessed,
He hadnt had a clue what he did to us,
He coming back into the family was something he had lust,
But even though hes not here to see,
What he has destroyed among my family and me.
He could have never had come back,
He had done so much and to little for what he had lacked,
My hero hurt many people but stood strong as well,
What he did to me and my family I dare not tell,
Oh how I would kill to see his smile,
Because when he was here he would always have a frown,
Although I can not smell touch or hear him I know hes still around,
I used to tell people I hated him more then anything,
But I then didnt know what love was and what it could bring,
Now instead I tell people Im proud of who he is and im proud to say,
My hero is my father and he has not gone away.
