You watch over me, your first son, whom you love more than life
For me you sweat from your brow, through your struggles and your strife
And nothing I can show to you, not even for myself
Avoiding the truth of life in the end we shall meet death
I think of you and my heart melts from all the hell I raise
My spirit humbled, contrary to all the rage i praise
And debt accumulates, in it's abundance owed to you
For all the sadness and the pain that I have put you through
Copyright © 2009 Anthony Phillips (DUNTEE)
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