Trying dad

Yeah… This one’s for the real ones holdin’ it down every day. Not perfect, but always present. Let’s talk about it…

I ain't the picture-perfect father from a dream,

Ain’t no sitcom script, no shiny magazine.

But I’m clockin’ in early, grindin’ till it's late,

Got my hands in the dirt, but my heart full of faith.

I show up through the struggle, I show up when it’s rough,

Even when the world says, “You ain’t doin’ enough.”

They don’t see the tears when I’m hidin’ in the rain,

Or the way I push through when I’m carryin’ the pain.

Nah, I ain’t flawless, never claimed to be,

But I’m standin’ in the gap where my kids can lean on me.

Present. Providin’. I’m tryin’ every step—

Yeah, I’m givin’ all I got until I got nothin’ left.

I’m not the perfect Dad, but I’m still standin’ tall,

Catchin’ every fall, answerin’ every call.

I’m a present Dad, yeah, I’m in the room,

Plantin’ seeds of love that I pray will bloom.

I’m a providin’ Dad, even when it’s tough,

Turnin’ crumbs to meals, makin’ strength from the rough.

I’m a tryin’ Dad, with a heart so blessed—

And I’m givin’ my all, givin’ nothin’ less.

Bills stackin’ high like the weight on my chest,

But I tuck in my babies and I still feel blessed.

Ain’t about the shoes or the name on the tag,

It’s the hugs at the door and the notes in the bag.

It’s the late-night talks when they scared of the dark,

Or the laugh in the park when they light up your heart.

I ain't rich in gold, but I’m rich in time,

And I’d give up the world just to see 'em shine.

I know I ain’t perfect—nah, not by far,

But I’m their rock, their moon, their north star.

Through every mistake, I still invest—

A tryin’ Dad that’s givin’ his best.

I’m not the perfect Dad, but I’m still standin’ tall,

Catchin’ every fall, answerin’ every call.

I’m a present Dad, yeah, I’m in the room,

Plantin’ seeds of love that I pray will bloom.

I’m a providin’ Dad, even when it’s tough,

Turnin’ crumbs to meals, makin’ strength from the rough.

I’m a tryin’ Dad, with a heart so blessed—

And I’m givin’ my all, givin’ nothin’ less.

So when they grow and they look back in time,

I hope they see love in every uphill climb.

In every “no” that meant “I care,”

In every quiet ride when I was still there.

They won’t remember money or fame,

But the way that I showed up when they called my name.

That’s legacy, that’s love in its truest form—

A tryin’ Dad fightin’ through the storm.

I’m not the perfect Dad, but I’m still standin’ tall,

Catchin’ every fall, answerin’ every call.

I’m a present Dad, yeah, I’m in the room,

Plantin’ seeds of love that I pray will bloom.

I’m a providin’ Dad, even when it’s tough,

Turnin’ crumbs to meals, makin’ strength from the rough.

I’m a tryin’ Dad, with a heart so blessed—

And I’m givin’ my all, givin’ nothin’ less.

I may not be perfect… but I’m here. Every day, every step—Tryin’, grindin’, lovin’. That’s enough.