But
let them know I’m gone
Try
and teach them to know
Tell
them of my tribulations
And
the stories of my love
Bring
them up in our ways
Until
when they are of age
Show
them the pictures
Of
my conquests and loses
Don’t
hide from them
My
weaknesses and strengths
And
teach them to be strong
Commit
them to love and to respect
Ask
them for me, to listen
To
follow in the footsteps of their father
The
grave, you must show them
And
let them write the epitaph
A
story of man, mortal like any other
But
was man enough to be their father
Ask
them to grow grass
And
plant on my head
A
tree to shade my home
Let
them write my story
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