The hour has come upon us
The darkest of days
Consumed our sun.
With broken hearts we trudge along
As the longest days mesh with the shortest
We tumble along in gusty winds
Despite countless thorns in our flesh
One foot wobbles in front of the other
With our center gone,
We barely can stand straight.
But as you wished dearest dad
We'll keep moving on
We'll use every ounce of energy left to smile
Endeavouring each day to honor your life
By living ours to the fullest
Raising your flag high till the end of days!
Till we meet again,
Dearest Dad...
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