A son I was, proud and strong,
But now I feel so all alone.
My father's gone, and with him, a part of me,
I'm filled with regret, that I couldn't see.
The love we shared, was always so true,
But I was too caught up, in all I had to do.
I never told him, just how much he meant,
And now it's too late, my time is spent.
I wish I had, just one more day,
To hold his hand, and hear him say,
That he loved me, and I was his pride,
And I would say, "I love you too, Dad, with all my might."
But life is cruel, and takes what it may,
And all I have, are memories to play.
I'll hold them close, and never forget,
The love of a father, that I can't regret.
So I'll look up, to the sky so blue,
And know that he's watching, and loves me too.
And though I can't hear his voice, or feel his touch,
I'll always feel his love, it's not too much