In a world where far too many children are fatherless,
My father put a roof over our heads,
Clothes on our backs,
Food on our table.
In a world where far too many men put themselves first,
My father showed me I was important.
He took me to hockey games,
Cared about my writing,
Dearly loved my son.
I live far away.
Sometimes I would call my mom.
My dad didn't often come to the phone.
That's not because he didn't love me.
He loved me very much.
It's just that he wasn't a man for talking.
He was a man for doing.
In a world where far too many children are fatherless,
My father put a roof over our heads,
Clothes on our backs,
Food on our table.
In a world where far too many men put themselves first,
My father showed me I was important.
He took me to hockey games,
Cared about my writing,
Dearly loved my son.
I live far away.
Sometimes I would call my mom.
My dad didn't often come to the phone.
That's not because he didn't love me.
He loved me very much.
It's just that he wasn't a man for talking.
He was a man for doing.