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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