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My Hero

A daddy’s girl is what they call me I don’t blame them at all His love has always been free Never cost me at all We have both been through hell A lot of abuse we sustained While some wished we fell Victory is what we gained Your grandsons have no father You stepped up to bat There is no one we’d rather We thank you for that I don’t know where I’d be If it wasn’t for you I hope I make you proud of me Please know I’m not through You worked hard to show That hard work takes you far I just hope that you know Just how special you are

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