An Observation made within Sam Spratt's "IX. The Monument Game" - In lands unknown,Beneath starlit skies,A fathers hope in silence lies. For dreams he lost, he bears the weight to gift his child a better fate. Through boarders crossed miles far. guided by faith and trust in god. Promises whispered promises deep.In every step in every scar.To see his child on peaks so high, its worth each tear. for dream he couldnt see,In his childs eyes they now run free.
To all Fathers strong and true,This is penned for you. For all the sacrifices old and new.To every Dad we owe our due.
Rodeyo
