I'm thankful for the food we eat
Thankful for the friends we meet.
But most of all I'm thankful for
You Dad, where there's an open door.

Your quite a guy to stand alone
and keep a place that to me is home.
A symbol now and ever more
Of what I call, an open door.

We've laughed, we've cried, we've worked together
I learned to say, we quit never.
And what's behind this forceful tone,
A place to me which I call home.


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