To my father on Father's Day
T' was early 'n the morning,Sunday was the day,
The third of September,
When you passed away.
I'll always remember,
Forget, I shall not !
When calling to see you,
The door remained locked.
I called for help
To passers-by
We opened the door,
We went deep inside.
Oh father ! I loved you,
You know ,I still do
You left me, it hurts
In my heart there is you !
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