firm you stand as an old oak tree
rooted in your beliefs
as wise as an eagle
who's decisions are as profound
as the wind
the same profoundity
on which are blown
your leaves of wisdom
i eagerly rake
progeny of a strange fruit
i the bloodclot of
stand in rank amongst these mighty oaks
in saluted respect
earnestly seeking your approval
your acceptance
your love
my father
your love
my father
i love