Water to the Grave

I see a future

Not as bright as the past

As the water flows to the grave

Of my father

To know what a future without the man

Who made me who I am

Uncertain are the hopes

But as the rain washes over the place

Of eternal rest

I have the memories I cherish most

To be an anchor post in this life

I have love of the man who

Helped build me from the ground up

I hold this hope

And will never give up

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