Those myriad reins,
Those crying flames,
Those frolicking shots,
Those atomic flops.
I wish, i wish I was there next to him,
Next to the love of my life,
While he battled life and death,
And altered the Nation's destiny.
I should've known, known when he gave me birth,
That he was not just my Father but my guiding soul.
He wasn't just a soldier,
He was the soldier.
The soldier of my dreams,
The native yearning power.
Threat to thousands,
Striking the bloody , never .
He wasn't just a Man.
He was the man.
He was a driving liaison of faith.
He was what someone never felt.
His decisive nature , his blood , his pressure,
His comfort, his passion.
I loved it all. I loved you, Dad, the action.
I am happy he died,
For he didn't die but, has just gone on a holiday.
On a holiday to His home.
To the Moon and beyond.
Regardless, my life,
I'll miss you, with all my might.
Your smooth strife, your hard jive,
Will live and flock high.
Your chivalry, your wrath,
Your continuous frightening froth,
I will remember , dear soldier,
And salute your rising grandeur.
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