As phosphorus fills the air,
i could only stand and stair,
at the figures in your family tree.
the hurricane hit the town,
the branches cracked and splintered to the ground.
thats when he said...

my son, one day all of this is yours

teary eyes surrounding me
and all was there for them to see.
between the lines bureaucracy,
digressing from hypocrisies.

my son, one day all of this is yours

When i was feeling indifferent
and acting so belligerent I,
broke down. The sight bought the tears to my eyes.
When i was acting indifferent,
you said i could be significant I'm,
so glad that you opened my eyes

my son, one day all of this is yours