My Father is my friend.
I'm glad for his existence,
and the path he's come down
to make him the man that he is.
He's never besmirched his duty.
He seems to be to hard on himself,
and it's a trait I kept for myself.
My Mother is my friend,
She's open for discussion
about just any topic.
She'll answer with candor.
Candor that most wouldn't give.
She seems to be hard on herself,
and it's a trait I kept for myself.
I'm glad of my roots, and how I was raised.
Which is great, as there's never been a question of
that. But, my dear ones, can I just let the past be the past
and hold to the future with arms open wide?
That's a trait I'll keep working on.
and a trait I wont keep, just, for myself.
