We were from different worlds; He from a time where the Cold War went on, and I from a time  where people were happy.
He was never really mine, not by bllod anyways.
But the deep joy and space that he held in my heart ,
Sometimes I had to see if he really knew it.
He was mine to keep forever. I loved him more than I did anyone on this Earth. He was second to the Best thing that came to me
God comes First.
His mentality, intellect, fast billion mind has me wrapped up in amazement for days.
There were days and times that I would cry as I always wondered,
If, and only if He knew how much he meant to me.
I loved him more than stars but not more than the Creator of them.
I loved him more that the terrible dragon who bore me.
He was real, He was my real father. So why didn't he see, How much I love him, How much I care, How much without Him , I would never be here. Why does he goes rogue when he other calls?
Yes he is a dad but He is my father.
I love him more than I do money of food as at the end of the day
Neither of those would I choose, to ever put over you.
You are my sun my star and moon but God has a bigger place over you.
Don't worry my dear rasta dad, You are the greatest thing, second to me that I could and would ever have.