When I look to the parents around me
And see to the children at Coney
I see this curse his father, and his father, the cursing
This is his father nicknamed ugliest titles
I can only print on your forehead before dad.
When I see a difference levels of physical
And see how they provided us with ways of living stones
Enough that you have secured us a house for shelter
How well being through
And demands and accepted by our education
Boost to print only kissed him on the forehead, Dad
When I see cases of domestic violence
The girls escape
And the large number of divorced dad I accept your forehead
How much experience and Hqit
However, smiling just log house
What thinner heart, O my father ..
I do not deny the long absence
And travel and longing for you in the night sick
But your place in my heart
Does not change no matter how long leave
Fathers
Rarely speak your rights as parents
But whatever your role been forgotten
Or Qllo of Ahmitkm
Take note, we your children never to forget
You are alive or dead