As phosphorus fills the air
I could only stand and stare
At the figures in your family tree
The hurricane hit the town
The branches cracked and splintered to the ground
That's 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