The skies are brighter today
With the rich rays from the sun
As soldiers march in unison
To pay honor to a man I call Dad.
My Dad.
My hero.
My strength.
You are loved by all.
Even in the sickest hour
You put a smle on your face
Without a word spoken,
You spelled out joy and peace.
Now that you are gone
They have this 21-gun salute
To honor and bid adieu
To the man I call my Dad.
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