Father, I am afraid I will never make you proud,
I am not the perfect child you sought hard to protect and guide,
I have chosen to do things you wish not to hear about,
I have lied, stole and snuck out,
Father I have not made you proud.
My dreams lead me astray from you,
I have fallen under your hopes and expectations,
I see it in your eyes as you shout,
I hear it in your silent sigh,
But Father, could I have made you proud?
If I follow my dreams I have turned my back on you,
And if I follow your dreams I have turned my back on me,
I have fought this battle so many times in side,
I have lost it hundreds of times, but this life is my own,
And I can only be true to myself,
So Father, should I make you proud?
