'CRASHED' and on their way
Father he enjoyed collisions; others walked away
A snowflake falls in may
And the doors are open now as the bells are ringing out
Nature has its own religion; gospel of the land
Father ruled by long division, young men they pretend
Old men comprehend
And the 'CLOUDS BREAK' at dawn; shedding light upon this town
They’ll all come ‘round
And the road
The old man paved
The broken seams along the way
The rusted signs, left just for me
He was guiding me, love, his own way
Now the man of the hour is taking his final bow
As the curtain comes down
I feel that this is just goodbye for now
my father
in his own way
has shown me so much
how to love, how to let go and how to be happy
others might disagree
but I am well aware of his ways
and what he intended to teach me
I resisted in a lot of ways
but as I grow, I know, exactly what he was trying to say
I love you daddy,
Mich
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