My father was a teacher
He died when I was five
With him gone I feel weaker
Sometimes I don't feel alive
He was my leader
I will try to stand tall
He was a believer
I must try not to fall
Because of him I'm a dreamer
I dream of incredible things
I am a reader
Happiness it brings
I might not be a great speaker
So I turn my words into writing
It might not be a healer
But I will die fighting
I am trying to be like him with all I do
These trials will make me grow
He is a man I can always look up to
This I will always know
I've learned to look deeper
Into everything
Because of him I'm a seeker
But it doesn't mean it doesn't sting
I will be strong
And try not to cry
With all my might I will try
This is my elegy, this is my song
