The resonating voice or the strong presence,
The enduring warmth or the familiar scent,
The unconditional love or the wise advice,
What do I say I miss in thee, my hero?
The sweet lullaby or the first memory,
The secured cocoon or the uplifting hand,
The only solace or the healing source,
How do I ever define thee, my idol?
For the wings to fly or the will to seek,
For the blind trust or the forgiving heart,
For the constant courage or undying support,
Where do I begin to thank thee, dearest dad?
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