He Was My Father

Verse 1 My father mostly led with quiet pride, Taught me by doing, always walked by my side. No sermons, just his strong, steady hand, Showed me how a real man takes a stand. No favorites between brothers — gave us both equal care, Time and truth were his North Star, always there. He didn’t boast, he didn’t hide, He walked in his truth, with love and eyes open wide. Verse 2 Part of his family did not survive the Holocaust's hate, But he passed down forgiveness, not a trace of that weight. Mr. Ely Sepekoff, a workaholic through and through, Yet always made space for love, correction, and what’s true. He taught me justice, more than any law book could, Integrity and respect — doing what one man should. “Your word is your bond,” he’d firmly say, “Help your neighbor — that’s the true way.” Verse 3 He fixed what was broken, with hands and heart combined, Gave without question — no strings ever aligned. He taught me I could walk through any damn storm, Built me strong for a world I’d face alone, to transform. Not exactly friends — we were deeper than that, A son and a father, sometimes I say with a smile, Locked in minor mortal combat. Yet I miss him more than words convey — He left this world poetically on Father’s Day. Verse 4 / Chorus He was my compass, my map, and my spark, Guiding me forward when the path turned dark. He gave me strength, he gave me the scope, To dig deep and live full of faith and hope. He was my hero, not just in story or song, But the man who showed me how to stand ultra strong.