[male
vocals] (
Sustained
organ
pads,
soft
ambient
space)
Ten
years…
the
clock
keeps
ticking.
September
first,
two
thousand
sixteen.
September
first,
two
thousand
twenty-six.
A
decade
of
silence,
but
your
shadow
remains.
Oh,
father,
we
cherish
your
memories!
You
woke
up
before
the
sun
rise,
before
the
morning
dew,
Prayed
for
the
household,
watched
over
us,
we
knew.
You
carried
the
bills
in
your
calloused,
tired
hands,
Burdened
by
the
weight
of
fulfilling
all
your
plans.
You
wore
the
uniform,
the
badge
of
your
pride,
With
a
heart
full
of
duty
that
never
sought
to
hide.
Though
the
world
was
heavy,
you
carried
it
with
grace,
A
smile
for
your
children,
steady
in
your
pace.
May
heaven
stand
for
you,
our
father,
our
patriarch!
May
the
angels
above
hear
the
tribute
we
sing.
For
ten
years
we’
ve
walked
through
the
valley
of
loss,
Bearing
the
weight,
the
grief,
and
the
cross.
Rest
now,
your
patrol
is
complete,
We
lay
down
our
tears
at
your
resting
seat.
May
heaven
stand
for
you,
Daddy,
hold
you
near,
Until
we
are
all
gone
from
here,
when
the
vision
is
clear.
A
husband
of
honor,
a
father
of
stone,
You
showed
us
the
way
when
we
were
alone.
Patriarch,
your
footprints
are
deep,
In
the
path
that
we
travel,
in
the
promises
we
keep.
To
all
the
fathers
who
fight
through
the
night,
Who
hide
all
their
sorrows
to
keep
the
home
bright,
We
see
you,
we
know
you,
we
honor
your
cost,
We
heal
in
the
memory
of
all
that
we
lost.
May
heaven
stand
for
you,
my
father,
my
daddy,
May
the
angels
above
hear
the
tribute
we
sing.
For
ten
years
we’
ve
walked
through
the
valley
of
loss,
Bearing
the
weight,
the
grief,
and
the
cross.
Rest
now,
Inspector,
your
patrol
is
complete,
We
lay
down
our
tears
at
your
resting
seat.
May
heaven
stand
for
you,
Daddy,
hold
you
near,
Until
we
be
gone,
when
the
vision
is
clear.
The
uniform
hangs,
but
the
spirit
remains,
Beyond
the
high
fences,
beyond
all
the
pains.
Ten
years
of
growth,
ten
years
of
change,
Your
influence
lingers
within
our
emotional
range.
We
are
the
seeds
that
you
planted
so
deep,
Watered
by
sacrifice,
waking
from
sleep.
May
heaven
stand
for
you,
my
father,
the
patriarch!
May
the
angels
above
hear
the
tribute
we
sing.
For
ten
years
we’
ve
walked
through
the
valley
of
loss,
Bearing
the
weight,
the
grief,
and
the
cross.
Rest
now,
officer,
your
patrol
is
complete,
We
lay
down
our
tears
at
your
resting
seat.
May
heaven
stand
for
you,
Daddy,
hold
you
near,
Until
we
meet
again,
when
the
vision
is
clear.
Rest,
your
work
is
over!
Duty
is
done!
Your
watch
is
over.
Heaven
stands
for
you
now.
We
remember.
September
first.
Always
in
our
hearts. (
Fading
organ
pads)