There seemed to be a loving little prayer

 In their voices, even when they called him ‘Dad.’

Though the man was never heard of anywhere,

 As a hero, yet somehow understood

 He was doing well his part and making good;

And you knew it, by the way his children had

 Of saying ‘Father,

Even though he is not around anymore

I know I will always be his lil girl

I’ll remember that walk I took with you

 And always wish it could have been longer.