Fathers, your labours of love have not been forgotten,
Those sweat from your brow from the roads you've trodden,
Those calluses on your hands from working so hard,
The dirt on your knees from seeking the lord.


Those moments of silence, throughout all your pain,
Those days in pittance that had you picking your brain,
The kids that you love driving you insane,
But you came out on top again and again

Fathers we thank you for abandoning this trend of running away,
Trend started by men that have lost their...