The young boy has Turned into a man And he's growing stronger He's battled through things He thought he could Go on no longer Father stood by his side Wanting nothing more Than just be his dad But pride only answers To one call He only condemns him And if the boy only knew The father's pain The nights that he Stayed up late Wondered why Doesn't he see the future Is so bleak so bleak Father's retired now He's left with tv and rest The weight of the world
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