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Father's Son.
There's no way to make it through
I did the best I could do
I tried hard to be my fathers son
but I am not 'the chosen one'
the more things change
the more cliched it feels
I look at my life and I see a story of change.
is this how its supposed to be?
oh father, do you look down
do you look down on me?
are you proud of what you see?
Oh father I'm scared
I need you here
Tell me there's hope.
Somedays I don't see it
I need to breathe new air.
-First written 2009.
I did the best I could do
I tried hard to be my fathers son
but I am not 'the chosen one'
the more things change
the more cliched it feels
I look at my life and I see a story of change.
is this how its supposed to be?
oh father, do you look down
do you look down on me?
are you proud of what you see?
Oh father I'm scared
I need you here
Tell me there's hope.
Somedays I don't see it
I need to breathe new air.
-First written 2009.
Published 21st Mar 2012
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