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To my Dad

Sometimes at night,
when no stars blanket my skies,
and the wind breathes its ice,
directly above me,
reflects what's inside;
in the ringing darkness,
and through the black night,
I hear myself ask -
why do I live life?
and like the north star,
your light holds me up,
and i go on,
back to walking my road,
because i have all,
and that all is you,
my load is but one step,
in this journey,
we go through,
we are together,
you and I,
I am your legacy,
everything that I am,
links back to you,
and everywhere I go,
there you are,
I love you,
that is why,
I live my life.