May 2014
When I was young and dreams abound
no limit to virility
My hopes and dreams had left a sound
of silent, calm, nobility
Nature had blessed my heart with love
so that light would live in my brain
And in that place that I called home
the flicker of love would remain
My days were pained with great laments
work and bills had beaten me down
I wondered why god let this be
the truth of life in my small town
I asked that question of my god
"send me a sign, that I might see"
As down the hall my child then ran
where "daddy's home" then answered me
Tate
no limit to virility
My hopes and dreams had left a sound
of silent, calm, nobility
Nature had blessed my heart with love
so that light would live in my brain
And in that place that I called home
the flicker of love would remain
My days were pained with great laments
work and bills had beaten me down
I wondered why god let this be
the truth of life in my small town
I asked that question of my god
"send me a sign, that I might see"
As down the hall my child then ran
where "daddy's home" then answered me
Tate
When we are young our own hopes and dreams are the only thing on our minds. Then comes the day when you realize how short and how sweet life truly is. When your child looks at you as a man and smiles with that innocent unwavering admiration for what you take for granted. The ability to put a roof over their heads and a song in their heart. I was thinking of my little friend Drake Cooper today. He use to run down the hall screaming "Tates here"!.Then jump in my arms. It reminded me of my own boy when he was that little. And so endeared him to my heart.
For all the fathers whose unsung dreams were just to be a part of their child's life.
Tate
For all the fathers whose unsung dreams were just to be a part of their child's life.
Tate
