Baskadia

Unlike any other king, my father is the most powerful

He can build a mansion in seconds still he chose to be humble

He prefers giving to taking for this is his principle

Sacrificing himself selfishly just so I can live on

I remember the way he looked at me when he saw me sick

I could tell he was worried and all he wished for was a speedy recovery

I saw him folding his hands in prayer and blessings was all I felt descending

Many times I wonder why the care is much

So I do things intentionally just to see his wrath

But all I get from him are words of change and such

Which makes me feel guilty and emotionally touched

There was a time he left his throne and came to the street in rags

He heard and saw the bad guys who wanted me beaten to death

He fell and took the blows and bleeds from their knives for me

I couldn't help but scream my hatred for my painful lags

If I could do things over I'll live my life again

and never take it for granted but live with joy and fain

For his hands are soft and kind and his eyes filled with love

He is the God of all gods and THE GREATEST FATHER EVER.