I'm not very good at saying
What I've got upon my mind.
For better ways I now am praying
To say these things the words I'll find.
You have brought me
Up and taught me
Things I know were meant to be.
I am not the only kiddo
That you've helped to grow up right.
I've still got to grow, and you know
Your strength will help me win the fight.
This my tribute
However minute
Is to you and my family.
(1980)
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on 25 April 2012
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