A Father's Touch

Out of the darkness and comfort we're torn
Into the light and hands rough and worn
My own fathers touch was soft and tender
As he held my small body that was very slender
He caressed my small head and held me so tight
A thought and a whisper of his strength and his might
He told me that he would always be there
Even when my life was not very fair
And I know that he loves me to this very day
That will never change, Its the way it will stay.