There was my father
In his hand was a wooden spoon
A tear came to my eye
Thinking everyone had forgotten
Yet here was my father
Steadfast by my side
Restoring my faith in life
It has been long since we laughed
Together we went fishing
In the latter days
We walked the path
Of the crooked mile
There upon his face
Was his familiar smile
Now I am no longer afraid
With my father close to me
Together we will once again
Walk the path
Out to the open sea
~Moses~
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