I’m not yet one
But I’ve seen hundreds
Some tall like me
Others short like him
But all have share a name: “DAD”
I’ve heard cries of sons and daughters
Whose father’s knew only the whip and belt
Could settle the matter and bring them to line
Little did they know, these belts tightened around their necks forever
I’ve heard songs of joy echo around
From those who were lifted up whenever they fell
And look forward to have a dad like they had
And songs of joy and praise to be sang once more
Is it trousers that define a man?
No, it’s not
Is it the deepness of the voice?
No, try again
Well, then what is it?
I think it’s just being a man that makes a man a man
Strong people lift others up, not push them down, so they say
Men lift generations up
Men teach children the right ways of life
True men sacrifice for their families
Men climb highest and pull other up
Men lead, and others follow
Many are dads, few are men!
