A Father's Pride

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Father
Those dreams of yours
Are dreams no more
For I, your son, have made them real
Look and tell me, are you now
Proud of me?

Father
Those mountains where you failed
Your son has dug through
Immovable hardness overcome
By unstoppable zeal
Surely this will make you
Proud of me

Father
Those battles that you lost
They became my cause
My one thought as I stood upon
The mounds of your enemies' bodies
Was of how you'd be so
Proud of me

Father
You see how I've become
The you you couldn't be
But it's never enough
So, tell me what to do
How could I ever make you
Proud of me?

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