You Didn't Waste Your Breath

Dad, you were my hero,  

the one who held my hand  

high above the shadows,  

to show me the promised land.  

You shared your love for the Lord,  

with words both soft and bold;  

A guiding force so powerful,  

a treasure chest of gold.  

The path was never easy,  

lined with lessons tough and true,  

Your faith a beacon, leading me,  

in everything I do.  

Then the day the heavens called you,  

my world darkened with a storm,  

I wandered lost, bereft, confused,  

from the teachings you had formed.  

Blindly I stumbled, fell,  

through days then years of strife,  

Lost the compass you had given,  

that directed all my life.  

Everything seemed shattered,  

my soul to the core was torn,  

The values you had taught me,  

from my grip were briefly worn.  

Yet, through the tempest, I remembered,  

the echoes of your voice,  

Urging me to rise again,  

to make the noble choice.  

Now here I stand, not just revived,  

but stronger than before,  

Armed with your wisdom, love, and faith,  

to open new doors.  

Your words were not in vain, Dad,  

in me, they've found their breath,  

A legacy immortal,  

defying even death.  

So no, you didn’t waste your breath,  

for in your son, you sowed  

A garden rich with hope and strength,  

where love forever grows.