because in this world dreams dont always come true
And even though you want to be a baseball player
You've got to learn a trade, just in case your dreams dont fall through"
thats wat he told me...as he began pouring out his life story
He had so much promise
I didnt know him then but I know him now and i can tell he was going far in life
he was a strong willed boy that would push passed all struggle and strife
with two kids and a wife, he looks back
he looks back @ the things he could have had
dreams destroyed by a man and his war
dreams destroyed by followed orders
and he tells me...he wouldn't change a thing
and i smile
everyday i see the results of the war
when it was all over his plans were slightly different from before
I couldnt begin to imagine how it would feel to get a birthday present of that sort
to walk out in an open field and have your life shaken up and turned upside down
I cant imagine what probably went through your mind as the world ended...or at least seemed like it did
One explosion
he had big dreams, he was gonna be a pro ball player
and i think he would have been great too
i mean i look @ him now and sumtimes, i find my self sitting back saying WOW
for complaints theres no room
how could i when he doesnt
even when he's wincing from the pain
he finds the strength in himself to still ensure me that everything is going to be okay
I wish i could take it all away
I wish i could go back in time and change that one day
make him walk a little more to the left or the right
even if it meant we would never cross paths
My father is my soldier, literally
he's like an agel in God's army
fighting thru air with his head held high
no sword, he carries no weapon just his faith
I've never seen him cry
I've never seen any emotion come out of him other than pure bravery
which makes sense because his purple heart is made of pure Gold
and hes a hero...which is why bronze stars are seen @ nite wen he's out so i've been told
if God recreated man....my father would be the mold
that trap lessened his stance but he's no less of a man
Looks can be deceiving, thats the story of his life
and you'd be suprised hearing his accomplishments @ first sight
2 days before his 21st birthday
and it would probably have only taken him 2 seconds to walk about 2 inches more to the right or left
but that day has made him who he is
that pointless war made him a hero
one man's foolish opinion was another mans downfall...and then upbringing
one man's foolish doings changed his life, for better and for worse
but its for better not for worse in my mind
because i couldkt imagine him any other way
my father walked out on the open field...scanning
and in an instant there was a flash
one explosion blowing his mind and his legs
and as all his dreams floated down the drain
his plans chaged
one explosion, in one instant
one & one make 2 days before is 21st birthday
the numbers add up and match perfectly dont they?
jus like my father, he measures up to all his fatherly duties
he's unstoppable
even by the landmind he stepped on
it took that one explosion to lessen his stance
but i already told you he no less of a man,
hes so much more
and no matter how many times life tries to knock him down he never hits the floor
which is why nowadays, when we play baseball, he hits the home room and i run the bases
its the basis of our system...he starts it out and i finish
its like i told you before he was gonna play professional baseball
so no matter how many curveballs life throws @ him he gonna hit em all
Im proud now
I used to be embarrassed to walk though the store with him
or to say to my friends...yo thats my dad
but as the years passed
my embarrassment has turned into pride
as Ive seen other peopls father's drop like dead flies
its like being a good father is no longer in style
but my dad doesnt rock the latest fads
he doesnt drive a benz
but he does ride on 24 inch rims everyday
and im proud to walk along his side as people stop and stare @
the double amputee vietnam vetean that I am more than honored to call my father
my mofern day hero
my inspiration
my soldier
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