My friends watch movies and T.V.
The talk about heroes they have seen.
They wish they could be just like them,
Walking in the shadows where they have been.

I am the lucky one, I do not have to search far.
To see my hero, I do not look to a movie star.
I see the man who calls me son.
My Dad is my Hero.  He is my number one.

He takes me camping and the fire dances with stories
He teaches me about honor and to defend old glory.
We go for drives together, just man to man.
He let's me steer the wheel, I use my own two hands.

My Dad doesn't dress like all the other dads do.
He wears a lot of green, he says "that's what he's called to do.
My friend says his Dad is important and has a big desk.
I tell him proudly, "My Dad wears silver wings upon his chest".

He says the scroll he wears is a way of life, not a pin
His Combat patch was merited when Just Cause sent democracy in.
His friends say he was the fiercest leader they ever had.
But he says his greatest mission is "to be my Dad".

I walk in his boots.  I want to wear them someday.
To fill them as a man, I know I have a price to pay.
His crown of honor is the sacred earned beret
I too shall become man who lives the Sua Sponte way.

Mom says that dad is her prototype white knight, her here and more.
"He is the most honorable man," she says, "this side of Heaven's door".
Mom prays with me and praises all the things Dad has done.
With tears i her eyes, she whispers "you are our miracle son".

I know I am his legacy and I will  make him proud of me.
I will grow to be a man as I walk where destiny has pointed me.
I will look back at the great training and example I had
Learning from Heaven's premier warrior, "MY HERO, MY DAD."