Son

You and I don’t share all our views
Still, I am the same as you
We both know a home is not an origin
We both know a home is where one finds it
So, what am I supposed to say?
How am I supposed to show my thanks?
There’s a pressure to being your eldest
There’s such pressure to make you the proudest
I am your son but you were someone’s, too
So, what is a young man to do?
Tell me what it was that he told you
When you broke it down and made your own choices
Now, I’m breaking out and making my choices
I will not forget just where I came from