My Father's Son

Lonely nights
It’s hard to be right
Following after you
Your footsteps fade
But the ones I’ve made
Make them look brand new
Empty sounds
In answers found
To make this life seem clear
Running round
Reaching out
To the man who wasn’t there

It’s so hard
To be what you’re not
I’ve tried so long
To be my father’s son

Blind fists fly
All emotions die
But the anger that swells within
The things I own
Keep me alone
But lift me up among all men
Beauty comes
Women go
I seek and I devour
Here I am
Who am I?
In this desperate hour

It’s so hard
To be what you’re not
I’ve tried so long
To be my father’s son

I’m crying out, striving to reach your hand, guide me, show me how I should live.

Wisdom: Turn from evil ways and seek the truth, God has promised He will carry you, do not seek the path that leads to death, listen to my voice and heed my cry

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