The Conqueror of Pain City
There goes the man Who often stumbles in the road Bruising his elbows and hands Breaking his thumb There goes the man In a constant state of pain
With burns on his face And chest He says “don’t you dare pity me” Though I stumble and fall I may be feeble But I’ll never crumble Like the Berlin Wall So close to losing his foot Because of his Diabetes And a throng of illnesses Inclusive of Gout and Arthritis
Feet now scaly And legs now peeling For this man, I have a lot of feeling I call him Daddy But him I’ll never pity Because my Dad is like Duracell Batteries Though he lives in Pain City Always suffering from Another illness With scars and weals But this man’s persistence never wanes His bravery never fails I call him Daddy But he is the man Who lives in Pain City –
But never wails He reassures me that he is alright Though he’s living in Hell He smiles toothily Even when he’s not well So close to Death So many times But this man reassures me That he won’t die yet
He’ll fight just for me He’ll live one more day Conquering Pain City He’s more than a hero Fighting for his daughter He is my Survivor He is the man I call Father He is the man I call Daddy Fighting every Gladiator in Rome And winning; though weak and frail Strong; though ailing For him I’ll never feel pity
‘Cause he’s fighting every day for me The one inhabitant of a body That would deny bolder men Victory He is my Gladiator The Conqueror that lives in a Body That is nothing less Than Pain City
For all of this With the love of Your three children I thank you, Daddy.