Fortuna
You and I have both known men Who didn’t know their fathers And in the end when daddy dies their ship’s afloat no anchor.
I am a rare and fortun’te one To have a father I’ve known Throughout my life, for good for bad who kept the lighthouse on.
So many stumble in the dark No hand to guide them through Your faith, your light against the void You always knew what to do.
Yes, we are the rare and fortunate ones to share these times with you May we pass on just a little of your light To those who need it too.
“How may I be of service?”