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Created on: December 29, 2008
You stood beside me, pushing me on,
Teaching me right, keeping me from wrong.
So much time has passed, since I was young,
Yet you seem to foresee, where I went all along.
Words cannot say, the gift you gave me,
Keeping my desire in check, that reality I see.
Foolish in youth, I was so scared of you,
So tall and so strong, that I became too.
Not one moment passes, that I can't hear you,
Still telling me how, walking me through.
We may not say much, being men as we are,
But when you look inside, near my heart......
You are never far.
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