The dust that my father walked along will be his legacy.
For where ever the dust goes my prints will be.
His words is what I cherish, my precious stones.
His respect, my gift,
His love, my sanctuary,
He left along his path.

His footsteps are my diamonds, my precious stones.
His loyalty, my treasures,
His sacrifice, my gold,
He left along the road for me to walk.

Although he's not in my life.
And acts like he never cares,
His remembrance of me is his pain,
His memories,  my gain,
Along the way I pave for my sons,
The path of my father I shall not take.