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My Daddy My Hero

Our time together was short
you were the man I looked up to

My hero till the end
I was young and didn’t
know the pain you were in

The day the call came
I thought no way not my daddy
he’s too strong

But your heart was the weak one
not you for you fought till the end

Our time together was too short
and I miss you still to this day

My hero until the end
I love you daddy

poem by Tammy Arthur
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Santa Looked A Lot Like Daddy

(Buck Owens & Don Rich)
Well, Santa looked a lot like daddy
Or daddy looked alot like him
It's not the way I had him pictured
Santa was a much too thin
He didn't come down the chimney
So momma musta let him in
Yeah, Santa looked a lot like daddy
Or daddy looked alot like him.
Well they thought I was a sleepin'
They thought I was tucked in bed
They never thought that I'd come a peepin'
Or that I'd hear what was said
Santa put his arm around momma
And momma put her arm around him
So if Santa Claus ain't daddy
Then I'm a gonna tell on them.
Well, Santa looked a lot like daddy
Or daddy looked alot like him
It's not the way I had him pictured
Santa was a much too thin
He didn't come down the chimney
So momma musta let him in
Well, Santa looked a lot like daddy
Or daddy looked alot like him.
I never saw Dancer or Prancer
I never heard the sleigh bells ring
I never saw the red nosed reindeer
Like they show on the TV screen
But he sure bought alot of presents
So Santa Claus he must have been
Well, he sure looked a lot like daddy
And daddy looked alot like him.
Well, Santa looked a lot like daddy
Or daddy looked alot like him
It's not the way I had him pictured
Santa was a much too thin
He didn't come down the chimney
So momma musta let him in
Well, Santa looked a lot like daddy
Or daddy looked alot like him.
Santa looked a lot like daddy
Or daddy looked alot like
Daddy looked alot like him...

song performed by by Travis Tritt
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Little Girl

A lil girl screams out in the night,

her hero comes a running,

as he pulls her close,

she knows he'll always be there.

A lil girl screams out in the night,

her boyfriend just ended it,

her hero comes a running,

he pulls her tight and wipes the tears away.

A lil girl screams out,

her hero comes a running,

her face is full of smiles,

he already knows whats coming.

A daddy crys out in the night,

his house is slient,

no more lil girls crying out in the night,

its time to let them go.

a lil girl hears her daddy crying,

its time to give the brid away,

no more having him run to her,

its time to give her away.

A lil girl crys out in the night,

she just got the call,

her hero is dying,

soon he'll be running to his daddy.

A lil girl crys out durning the day,

her daddy just passed away,

as she whisperes 'i'll always be your lil girl'

her daddy went off to Jesus.

poem by Lydia Kindle
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My Daddy

My daddy was never there for me.
My daddy always drank.
My daddy told me I was worthless and unworthy of his time.
My daddy was the one who made me, but also broke me.

My daddy never came to my birthday parties.
My daddy came to my 5Th grade graduation drunk as can be.
My daddy would walk into my room every night with a belt in his hand.
My daddy was the one who shattered all my dreams.

My daddy wouldn't let me sleep until he hit me.
My daddy would tell me I'm nothing but a piece of crap.
My daddy was the one who tore my life into pieces.
My daddy is not my daddy any more...
He can be your daddy if you'll take him.

That man I called my daddy, he never was truly a daddy.

But he was still my daddy.

poem by Davina Teeling
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Used to be Hero

Patricia,

Do you know? Do you remember? Things from long ago? Do you know that you used to be my hero? The person I thought I could always talk to? Do you remember when I called you mom?

I wish this letter was addressed to her; the woman I called mom; my hero. I used to think about asking dad where did you go; then I realized he was never there. So instead I realized the appropriate question for him is 'where have you been'. It was my hero who left me. It is you I must ask 'where did you go'. You used to be my hero.

Once upon a time,

You lived in Newell; Dad lived in Nisland. Matt and I we were at your house for the night. Mattie slept in our bunk in the back room. I slept on the floor in the livingroom. To raised voices I awoke. Daddy was drunk and you were fighting. You told him to leave and he grabbed Mattie. He took him out to his truck and you locked him out. To the door I ran screaming for Mattie, scared for my little brother. Not caring for my safety. You locked the door and pulled me back. Daddy soon was at the door screaming and pounding at the door for you to let him get his stuff. You ignored his rants and raves and called the police. I watched from the door as they arrived and Daddy, he put up a fight. The cops asked once, they asked twice, soon he was on the ground and put in vice. On his wrists they slapped the cuffs and dear little mattie was brought back to us. In the back of the police car Daddy went.

The End

That night you were my hero. You kept Mattie and me safe from Daddy when he was drunk. I only have one question for you now. Where did that Mommy go? My hero.....the person who was supposed to teach me everything in life. Your life seemed to fall apart in front of my eyes, but I did not see your pain. Only the pain inflicted on Mattie and me. I wish you could still be my hero, but that was lost a long time ago.

.

poem by Cathy VanDorn
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Daddy's Little Princes

Wanna know why I'm daddy's little princess
I'm daddy's little princess
Cause of his love for me
Daddy would rather lay down his life for me
to keep me from harm
Daddy would rather wear rags
So that I can wear the best
Daddy would rather starve
So that I can have something to eat
Daddy would rather have an empty wallet
so that I can get a decent education
Daddy would rather give up the things he loves
so that he can see the smile on my face
Daddy would rather walk to work
So that I can have taxi fare
This is why I'm daddy's princes
Cause he is my hero
My provider
My comforter
My shield
My mentor
My friend
My joy
My light
He is my all
Wanna know why I'm daddy's little princess
cause
He is my KING and I'm his princess

poem by Vangile Mtyali
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To be Hero

A hero is some one looked upto
Who others may love to be
A hero never loss hope
To be hero means to be courageous
And willing to put their life aside for another person
A hero is anybody or somebody that was loved
To be hero, must be successful
To be hero, may not be superhuman but must saved
If they say i'm to be hero
Hero must lead by sample because everyman is hero
Every hero is man

poem by Olaniyan Kehinde Hero Hko
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A Hero?

Her hero is pretty and thin
Her hero is a hero to many
A hero of fame and a hero of fortune
A role model, a hero of glamour
Her hero is a hero to many

His hero is fit and fast
His hero is a hero to many
A hero of sport, a hero of games
A role model, a hero of victory
His hero is a hero to many

Her hero is clever yet plane
Her hero is a hero to few
A hero of science, a hero of logic
A role model, a hero of knowledge
Her hero is a hero to few

His hero is a hero of art but he is poor
His hero is a hero to few
A hero of word a hero of writings
A role model, a hero of language
His hero is a hero to few

But that’s the thing with your heros....
Hero worship is only skin deep.

poem by Timothy Venard
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Smile

Daddy says "Come and sit on my knee"
Daddy says "You're the only girl for me"
'Cos Amelia, "You're Daddy's favourite girl"
Amelia, "Daddy loves his little girl"
Daddy comes in the dark of night
Daddy say "Don't be scared, it'll be alright"
Amelia, "Daddy hates to see you cry"
Amelia, "You're the apple of Daddy's eye"
Daddy says "Dry your tears and give me a smile"
Daddy says "If you're good I'll hold you awhile"
'Cos Amelia, "You're daddy's precious girl"
Amelia, "Daddy loves to love his little girl"
"Daddy, tell me Daddy,
Is this really love?"
Daddy says "Don't tell Mama what I do to you"
Daddy says "If you do I'll beat you black and blue"
'Cos Amelia, "You make Daddy feel like a man"
Amelia, "Daddy loves you more than Mummy can"
"Daddy, tell me, Daddy,
How can you call this love?"
Amelia
Damn your Daddy to hell

song performed by by Monkees
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Home, sweet home is home with daddy!

I look at the familiar house I call home
I am back home, sweet home after the journey
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!
Home, sweet home is home with daddy!

I look at Daddy's children, full of expectations
The young man with soiled hands, still jumping on Daddy
The young lady wanting to tell Daddy all the stories of school
It does not matter that Daddy is tired! Daddy is always daddy
Home, sweet home is home with daddy!

I know I have to travel again from home tomorrow
I may go to the nice places, be they palaces or hotels
Marble floors sparkling with reflections of cleanliness
But they are not as homely as home with daddy
Home, sweet home is home with daddy!

I look at everybody wanting to know about the trip of daddy
Everybody wants to know what daddy has brought
Everybody is happy to see daddy home
Daddy is always strong, no tiredness even when tired
Home, sweet home is home with daddy!

poem by Nyota Yasulwe
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Everything Is Kiling Me....

As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

If you want to be a hero well just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me

poem by Adnan Zahedi
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Happy Birthday Daddy Larry

86 years old,
Today my Daddy Larry...
Would have celebrated on this day.

He and I had a unique relationship.
We weren't particularly close.
And yet,
A closeness existed.

He and I were so much alike.
But he never did scold me,
Since my mother Edna did that...
To keep my steps on a path walking right.

When I was young,
My daddy was called Lawrence.
I was then Larry junior...
With my own presence known.

Then when I became of age,
He wanted to be called 'Larry'.
And I thought, 'How could he do this to me?
Moving in to claim 'my' territory.

I became Lawrence 'S'...
Back in 1971.
And when I discovered on his birth certificate,
He was Lawrence 'A'?
I had not known that up until that day.

And AS I grew...
Knowing my daddy would soon pass away?
I told him I loved him.
And he looked at me as if to say,
'I wish I had more time! '

That was back in 1988,
Days before my Daddy Larry...
Would from us pass away.

And on this day, December 11th 2010...
I miss my daddy very much.
With a more understanding of him,
And who he was.
Feeling his presence is near.
And we are closer now than ever.
Just because...
That is the way it is!

Happy Birthday, Daddy Larry!

Dedicated to the memory:
Lawrence Pertillar, Senior...
My father.

'Miss you, daddy.'
Love,
Lawrence ('Larry') ...lol

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Working Class Hero

As soon as you're born they make you feel small,
By giving you no time instead of it all,
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all.
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school,
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool,
Till you're so f***ing crazy you can't follow their rules.
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years,
Then they expect you to pick a career,
When you can't really function you're so full of fear.
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV,
And you think you're so clever and classless and free,
But you're still f***ing peasants as far as I can see.
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

There's room at the top they are telling you still,
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill,
If you want to be like the folks on the hill.
A working class hero is something to be.
A working class hero is something to be.

If you want to be a hero well just follow me,
If you want to be a hero well just follow me.

song, music by John Lennon, lyrics by John Lennon from John Lennon/Plastic Ono Band (11 December 1970)
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Santa Looked Alot Like Daddy

Chorus:
Well, santa looked a lot like daddy
Or daddy looked a lot like him
Its not the way I had him pictured
Santa was much too thin
He didnt come down the chimney
So mama must have let him in
Santa looked a lot like daddy
Or daddy looked a lot like him
Well, they thought I was fast-a-sleppin
They thought that I was tucked in his bed
They never thought Id come a-peepin
Or that Id hear what was said
Santa put his arm around mama
And mama put her arm around him
So if santa claus aint daddy
Well then Im a gonna tell on them
Repeat chorus:
I never saw dancer or prancer
I never heard the sleigh bells ring
I never saw a red-nosed reindeer
Like they show on the tv screen
But he sure brought lots of presents
So santa claus he must have been
Well he sure looked a lot like daddy
Or daddy looked a lot like him
Repeat chorus:

song performed by by Garth Brooks
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Daddy, Daddy, Daddy

Oh, its daddy, daddy, daddy, its daddy, daddy, all the time.
Lord, thats daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, all the time.
If Im awake or if Im dreamin lord, my daddy daddys on my mind.
Well, I brag bout my daddy to all the women that I see
Yeah, I brag bout my daddy to all the women that I see
Never say those damn women lord, theyre tryin to steal my daddy away from me.
Thats my daddy, daddy, daddy, lord, its daddy, daddy, all the time.
Thats my daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, all the time
If Im awake or just dreamin lord, daddy daddys on my mind.
Well, if your daddy likes walkin, honey, walks five miles a day.
Yeah, if your daddy likes walkin, walks five miles a day
No matter what he wants, child, he walks off far way.
Oh, its daddy, daddy, daddy, lord, its daddy, daddy, all the time.
Its my daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, all the time.
If Im awake or if Im dreamin lord, daddy daddys on my mind.
Well, I got a lovin daddy, treats me like a daddy should.
Yeah, I got a lovin daddy, treats me like a daddy should.
You know he kisses me at bed time, gives me candy when Im good.
Oh, its daddy, daddy, daddy, lord, its daddy, daddy, all the time.
Lord, its daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, all the time.
If Im awake or if Im dreamin lord, my daddy daddys on my mind.

song performed by by Janis Joplin
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Life Is Serious (feat. Master P And Krazy)

Chorus 2x's]
[Erica Foxx]
Life is serious out here on these streets
Got us curious but were just trying to eat
[Krazy]
Why cry now inhale the pain is gone
Get your life back together it's time to move
I know it was your baby daddy I saw you kiss him
Hold up little boy screaming Jesus I miss him
Ain't nobody gonna treat you they way he did
He left you with biggest gift he made a kid
Now you grab him and smile remember your man
Even though the life you want it didn't go as plan
With no money for the baby never held a job
When the rent was due he always grab the chopper and ride
What you blushing I know you love my nigga
In the casket at 22 he didn't figure
You was mad at the funeral seeing his hoes
But he kept it real with you like an thug suppose
You chose to love my nigga that you met in the Ville
You gonna always love my dog even though he got killed
[Chorus 2x's]
[Master P]
Smile know Kendall I know you miss my nigga
Two kids to raise without an father figure
And your youngest son screaming my daddy going to heaven
You and Bobby Phills always suppose to be together
And everytime you see ball make you wanna cry
Cause my nigga had G and you know he could rise
From the streets to the big league
From the ghetto to the palm trees
We pour liquor caused he moved on
You shed tears but you stayed strong
And at the funeral made jokes about his birthday
His last words was same time but a different place
[Chorus 2x's]
[Mac]
And a time I burn a cross
For the nigga I lost
One slug took the life of my young thug in cold blood
R.I.P. to every daddy on Ken D
I'm missing ya'll till this cold earth send me
Sippin a sprite
Breakin my life
When the day turn night and just write
Till I bed wrinkle
Dippin these hoes till I plant sequel
Running around with that desert eagle
Like it was a bit legal
I got a call from my uncle state
Said it will be a while for they let him out them gates
Drop the phone as the tears hit the tip of my ears
I'm gonna disappear if he gotta serve more years
[Chorus 2x's

song performed by by 504 Boyz
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I am My Hero

Of

course! !

I am a hero,
my hero,
your hero,

CNN hero,
Fox Taxis Oil toxic hero

my street mate hero,

my African roommate hero,

United nation hero,

unesco
unicef

moncef
duracef

charl
du champs hero,

picasso hero

mozart,
bethoven
chichina
lovesky

hero,

and everybody hero?

of! course! ! ! ! !

-not off course-
I LOVE
MYSELF...

DO YOU THINK

OR DREAM

I OR i

WILL SELL MY SELF? ? ?
? ? ?

OR ASK FOR

YOUR

APPROVAL,

SQUARED AND OVAL

AS YOU

LOVE IT TO BE..

Of course i am
my own hero

but,
also

i am sure...
everyone is my hero.

poem by Atef Ayadi
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Life Is Serious

[Chorus 2x's]
[Erica Foxx]
Life is serious out here on these streets
Got us curious but were just trying to eat

[Krazy]
Why cry now inhale the pain is gone
Get your life back together it's time to move
I know it was your baby daddy I saw you kiss him
Hold up little boy screaming Jesus I miss him
Ain't nobody gonna treat you they way he did
He left you with biggest gift he made a kid
Now you grab him and smile remember your man
Even though the life you want it didn't go as plan
With no money for the baby never held a job
When the rent was due he always grab the chopper and ride
What you blushing I know you love my nigga
In the casket at 22 he didn't figure
You was mad at the funeral seeing his hoes
But he kept it real with you like an thug suppose
You chose to love my nigga that you met in the Ville
You gonna always love my dog even though he got killed

[Chorus 2x's]
[Master P]
Smile know Kendall I know you miss my nigga
Two kids to raise without an father figure
And your youngest son screaming my daddy going to heaven
You and Bobby Phills always suppose to be together
And everytime you see ball make you wanna cry
Cause my nigga had G and you know he could rise
From the streets to the big league
From the ghetto to the palm trees
We pour liquor caused he moved on
You shed tears but you stayed strong
And at the funeral made jokes about his birthday
His last words was same time but a different place

[Chorus 2x's]
[Mac]
And a time I burn a cross
For the nigga I lost
One slug took the life of my young thug in cold blood
R.I.P. to every daddy on Ken D
I'm missing ya'll till this cold earth send me
Sippin a sprite
Breakin my life
When the day turn night and just write
Till I bed wrinkle
Dippin these hoes till I plant sequel
Running around with that desert eagle
Like it was a bit legal
I got a call from my uncle state
Said it will be a while for they let him out them gates
Drop the phone as the tears hit the tip of my ears
I'm gonna disappear if he gotta serve more years

[Chorus 2x's]

song performed by by 504 Boyz from Goodfellas
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What Is A Hero

A hero is a Dad,
who carries your heart onto his with his unconditional love.

A hero is a Dad,
who builds your first pair of wings to enable you to fly on your own.

A hero is a Dad,
who builds your faith when all hope tumbles out from your heart.

A hero is a Dad,
who builds you a magical ladder to keep you high off the ground.

A hero is a Dad,
who builds your confidence so you make it through the wind and rain.

A hero is a Dad,
who builds your strength beyond his own when your life with pain collides.

A hero is a Dad,
who knows when he must step aside when another hero has come to carry your heart onto his.

A hero is a Dad,
who builds his strength of having to let go when walking his little girl down the aisle to place her heart onto the heart of another hero.

poem by Linda Patino
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Firebreather

As the wind blows and leaves rustle.
Fire spits through the air.
Smoke and ash fly everywhere.
The young and old cower in fear.

Young and handsome bursts out of the clouds.
Big and strong with a mighty sword.
Shield in one hand to fight off the flames.
Ashes fly everywhere but the hero shows no fear.

Triumphant roars ring through the skies.
Screams come from all directions.
I'll save you all the hero claims.
Flames shoot towards the sky.
The hero rises to the challenge.

A failed attempt at stabbing the heart.
Followed by many many more.
This hero will never give up.
He will not rest till mirth fills the atmosphere.

Jab, jab and jab again.
He must try with all his might.
One last stab, will the fire breather go down?
The hero hopes and prays for success.

The ground shakes.
Oh no a possible earthquake.
The hero celebrates with joy.
The monster is dead and now has no head.
The young hero mounts the head with pride.
All fear is gone but no hope is lost.
The hero may rest at last.

poem by Katie Diaz
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When your hero falls

when your hero falls from grace, all fairytales are uncovered myths exposed. pain magnified and the greatest pain discovered.

you taught me to be strong, but im so confused to see you so weak.
you said, never to give up and it hurts to see you welcome defeat.

when your hero falls, so do the stars and so does the perception of tomorrow
without my hero, this is only me alone. to deal with my sorrows.

your heart ceases to work and your soul is not happy at all.
what are you expected to do when your only hero falls?

poem by Mariah Smith
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