Beyond Words
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I know he is a naughty boy
Sometimes do mistakes
Sometimes plays tricks
Sometimes mischief maker
Then one day he fall away
And called me for help
Father, please help me
I am painful and distressed
Without waiting I helped him
I am the father, he is my son
The relation is sacred
The love is beyond words.
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