Father’s Son

Words
come out
feelings
rush in
you don't know
where
they come from
you just know
where
you've been
and there's
no escaping
the child
inside
the man
who never
quite
lived up to
the best
laid
plans

The rage
inside
it
never
leaves
and every time
she cries
it
brings you
to
your knees
it's just
like a movie
though
you've
seen it
all
before
still
it haunts
you
every time
you
come
in
the door

At the end
of the day
when
the work
is done
you will always
remain
your
father's
son
"a chip off
the block"
a part of
the pool
another
generation
of
the same
old school
no matter
what you do
or where
you run
you will
always
remain
your
father's
son

Everyone's
so proud
they think
you've
arrived
but they
don't see
the sadness
in the depth
of your eyes
or
the absence
of feeling
of belonging
somewhere
that haunts
you
every time
you
look
in
the mirror

At the end
of the day
when
the work
is done
you will always
remain
your
father's
son
"a chip off
the block"
a part of
the pool
another
generation
of
the same
old school
no matter
what you do
or where
you run
you will
always
remain
your
father's
son

Like
your father
before you
you've a
restless
heart
belonging
to
no one
standing
apart
unto
yourself
and
the music
you hear
marching
in step
to
the drum
in
your
ears

At the end
of the day
when
the work
is done
you will always
remain
your
father's
son
"a chip off
the block"
a part of
the pool
another
generation
of the same
old school
no matter
what you do
or where
you run
you will
always
remain
your
father's
son

no matter
what you do
or where
you run
you will
always
remain
your
father's
son
"a chip off
the block"
a part of
the pool
another
generation
of
the same
old school
no matter
what you do
or where
you run
you will
always
remain
your
father's
son
you
will always
remain
your
father's
son