More Than Blood

In the quiet of the night, memories take flight

A love that stretches wide, through every wrong and right

Well, being a father, it’s more than bloodlines,

It's the bond that we build, through the hardest of times.

Victor W. Penn, you stepped in so fast,

When I was just a baby, you became my past.

Through every high and low, your love was my light,

In the shadows and the struggles, you held me tight.

Oh, I remember you there, sleeping by my side,

Your heart was my shelter, where hope would abide.

Though life threw its punches, we'd stand and we'd fight,

In the memory of your love, I shine through the night.

Sixteen years old, I faced the fear,

Woke up to your smile, it was crystal clear.

You cheered as I stood, a triumph in my chest,

With you by my side, I surely was blessed.

Even in those dark times, you called me home,

Knew you were fading, but I wasn't alone.

Oh, I remember you there, sleeping by my side,

Your heart was my shelter, where hope would abide.

Though life threw its punches, we'd stand and we'd fight,

In the memory of your love, I shine through the night.

Now little Joker walks this chaotic plane,

With every step forward, I carry the pain.

You may be in heaven, but I feel you near,

In the laughter, the love, in the moments we shared.

So here's to the fathers who guide from afar,

Not just the blood, but the hearts we scar.

Through every memory, I'll forever hold tight,

In the name of our bond, I continue to fight.