This is the story of a man I never knew
Though I knew him not, he stood behind me, through and through
I knew not his favourite colour, nor if he learned to cook
I knew not his favourite places, knew not his favourite book
He was the man my Nana loved, my family did too
They all knew him better, the man I wish I knew
I thought I knew so much, and though I knew him not
I know my Papa loved me, and for me, that means a lot.
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RandomEverything. Happy, sad, angry, scared. All of it. (Some content may be triggering)
