7 August 2012
Many moons ago, when I sat upon my father's knee I would look up to him and wonder what I'd be
Would I be a soldier fighting for my land Or would I be a singer in a punk rock band
Years passed by and I never found a goal Too busy in the present to think about a role.
Before I knew where the time had fled I met your mum and knew that we'd be wed.
You three came along as I found my way A career protecting everyone and you to make my day.
So now when I wonder if I chose well and if I am happy I realise it could not be any better than with you, my family
Choices • Opuss № I