Descendant

I’m not the man my father was,
I am his son, I know because
I pray for music like he prayed for rain,
We pray for strength to take the strain,
Of living as we have before,
Of making it through one day more,

I’m not the man my father is,
He’s not my fault but I am his,
I’ll break before I’ll bend an inch,
I’ve seen his hands, all scar, no stitch,
Or I thought I knew just what I’d seen,
He thought he knew just what he’d been,

I’m not the man my father is,
He’s not my hope but I am his,
He saw me break and learned to bend,
I’ll learn faster, in the end,
From knowing that it hurts to change,
From seeing that it’s worth the pain,

I’m not the son my father wanted,
I’m the one he got, I know because
He’s stronger than he was before,
He says it’s not enough just to endure,
He wants to give me something more,
He’ll know soon, I’ve already got it.

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