When I was young you held my hand, Helped me learn to understand, Listened when I needed you, My hero, you know it’s true. At times I’m sure I did things wrong, But you could not stay mad for long, You’d sit me down and help me learn to show caring, love, concern. It’s hard to know that you are gone, I wonder how to carry on, But when I’m lost I’ll think of you, And then I’ll know just what to do.