Strong and bold and fearless
he always seemed to be,
adrift into a world,
that seemed so far from me,

busy hours passing by
with stolen moments few,
and all the years that passed
I hold on to them, I do.

A little girl can't understand
why her dad's so driven
but a woman can look back
to all the things he's given.

So what seemed to be lost hours
the ones he was away,
she knows now they were gifts,
he worked so she could play.

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