[Intro]
He wasn’t the strongest — didn’t need to be.
He was a soldier, a friend…
But first?
A father.
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[Verse 1]
Stacked with files, clocked in, yet he kept that smile,
Showed the world his daughter’s face like a badge on trial.
Hughes — heart in his hands, never played it cold,
Talked ‘bout Elicia like she was his soul.
Photo in his pocket, pride in every breath,
More than a name on a desk — he loved past death.
Gracia by his side, that quiet kind of power,
But his fire burned loud through every minute, every hour.
He backed Mustang, loyal like no other,
But you saw his true strength when he spoke as a father.
Didn’t need alchemy — love was the spark,
Every joke, every grin lit a light in the dark.
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[Hook]
He ain’t gone — he’s a page that we still recite,
In the smiles of his girl, in the way he’d write.
For the bonds he kept and the tears we cried —
This ain’t death…
That’s your father’s pride.
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[Verse 2]
Didn’t fall in battle — he was hunted in silence,
Truth buried in files, covered in violence.
But he stood on that line ‘cause the mission was clear,
To make a world safe for the ones held dear.
He ain't a ghost — nah, he’s a gold-framed name,
One we whisper with love, never speak with shame.
To the little girl he left, your daddy ain’t gone —
He lives in the echoes of your laugh and your song.
And to every man out there with a child they raise,
Hughes set the bar in a thousand ways.
He ain’t need a sword, didn’t flex his might,
He just loved so loud — and he loved so right.
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[Hook]
He ain’t gone — he’s a page that we still recite,
In the smiles of his girl, in the way he’d write.
For the bonds he kept and the tears we cried —
This ain’t death…
That’s your father’s pride.
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[Outro]
To the man who made a photo feel like hope,
To the soul who stood tall when the world said nope.
To the friend, the husband, the heart we replay—
Maes Hughes.
That’s your father’s pride.
Happy Father’s Day.
InfiniteBars_ai
