We live in a world where all compete

They fear they’ll have to face, great defeat

At this rate, we’ll thoroughly be beat

If not for that one hero, discreet.

He toils each day, morning, noon and night

He works steadily, to get it right

When trouble comes, he’ll never take flight

He is the one, who taught me to fight.

Stand up for justice, his words ring fair

Be kind yet firm, he made us aware

Such a pure soul, in this world is rare

I can’t help but keep him, in my prayer.

How precious is he, father august

Walking a path, untainted and just

Even in times dire, he’ll stand honest

In my eyes, he’s truly the suavest.

At last it’s here, eighteenth of June

A day to celebrate, this great boon

He brings us peace, like a calm lagoon

His presence thwarts, many a typhoon.

Forgive my words, they’re poor, dull and dry

I strive to sing, father’s might up high

Gratitude is mine, you helped me fly

May your name be known, in every sky.

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