Sometimes i appreciate my father,
Because with him life was no bother,
I couldn't realize much of his shoe,
Like peddle in a dhoe,
He was pure dreamer,
And not a grimmer.
He had a dream to be a theologian,
But not an authoritarian ,
He inspired young children in the village,
Just like in much of his millage,
He was a rock on deep foundation,
Which could build the famous Nation.
Could i, could i,fit on my father's shoe?,
Could i,could i, fit on my father's shoe?.
I try to do theology,
Just like guys who like biology,
I find it more convicing,
And appealing ,
To believe that am his offspring,
Who is on the verge of springing.
Could i , could i ,fit on my father's shoe,
Could i ,could i ,fit om my father's shoe?.
