I know a good man.
He is generous, patient and loved.
He has a kind heart for the weak and a kind heart for the strong.
But he debates the title, of being a good man,
He thinks that he's just lending a hand,
that's not true though.
He is a good man.
This man still hurts from the past,
He's made mistakes he wish he didn't make.
He lets himself drown in his own thoughts,
that he isn't the good man he intends to be.
But he's good enough for me.
I know a good man,
Who has a voice like gold,
It shines to bright for some,
But I admire it.
This good man is my Dad,
I hope he one day understands,
That he is a good man.
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