The hand holders, driving teachers,
The protectors, the strong.
Don't chase the wind, it's impossible to catch, you'll let go as soon as you hold on.
Its always the the good men. The dads, the friends.
The meal cutters, bed makers,
The preachers, the blind.
Keep his words in your heart and your thoughts to the sky, don't worry, Heaven is kind.
It's always the good men. The bright eyed, the smiling.
The givers, the weepers,
and the too young to go,
His blood is the blood that courses through your veins, and hes with you more than you will ever know.
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