Sunflowers
The old needs the young
Not another superstar or genius
For he's shelling his man away
Though I'm busy creaming it up
He knows what's coming
And wants to hear it properly
He's not like fathers who still
Spends all their productive time
Building weapons and politics.
There are fathers I credit my loves
They are the sunflowers to my heart
Even if this costs him everything
He does stays and choose a man
He plants a garden of flowers
If that's all he's got to show
When a man loves his family
He's as he's got a drug run to his head
He goes on a diet for years
Like the black caged rabbit..
Travels over strange seas
Does things that never ensures him
Or makes him sees the next morning
Things that makes him a sinner
Just to bring and give them life
I will ever ring this bell for you, my dad
You are the sunflower in my garden.
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