Where to begin? If you never gave me a chance, then I wouldn't have lived
Ink and pen, never have I ever thought that I had the wit
You're my wind, the reason that I keep crushing it with my quill
That's why I make this testament and God help me I get this win
I owe it to my father for following me through it all
You taught me how to harness this darkness I'm harboring, even if you were always on call
Principals office: you defended me; Prefect: You stood up for me
Hell, you showed me how to hit them like Balboa, once I heard the ring
Your life was not a cakewalk, my life can't hold a candle
Had to walk your talk, since then it was always an uphill battle
Even so, you always did your best to make grandma proud
Honor medals in the school and on the streets going pound for pound
Fast forward to University, first one in the family to ever do so
Diliman, UP, walked and talked to the greats so it just goes to show
4 more years, got a band of brothers and then you met mom
While everyone thought 'what to do from here?', you just kept your calm
Through sweat and tears, two of you toiled together as a couple
Aches and struggles, never fazed you both when you got off the bubble
College life kerfuffles, yesterday's news once you went and popped the question
A few months, you're married, living a decent life, no mention
To the man who climbed to the top, so my life wouldn't be as hard as his
Held my hand through the storm, make my realities from a wish
Allocated his time to teach me to be a man, to grab the world by the neck and force it to my command
Not everything is fair, you helped me make it even, but also taught me honor, something a few believed in
Kicked down and out I was, you told me to be true to my code, because my honor's worth, is heavier than gold
'Yield not to men and kings, only to my God
Oil, gold, and glamour, eventually rot
Unlike the qualities that man holds so dear
Determination, grit, fair play, and foresight so clear'
A salute to the man who believed in me
Dedicated to my dad: man, father, husband, king
(Happy Birthday, Dad!!!)
BINABASA MO ANG
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