Cloudy days never go away,

The sun doesn’t come out to play.

I’d cry, but you hated tears.

So I’ll sit and mope,

But never give up hope

Of seeing you again, my Dear.

When I was young you lifted me high,

Now like a bird I’ve learned to fly.

And still you softly coo.

When I couldn’t stand you held me tight,

And then you taught me how to Fight

For what is Just and what is True.

You consoled everyone of my fears,

And spoke out against the points and jeers

What would I do without you?

And for yourself you never cared

Your love with everyone you openly shared

For that is what Fathers are meant to do.