To You, My Figure..

perhaps we'll never understand each other..
loving doesn't mean that we agree..
if that were so, then I would say, why bother?
but there are things I know I'll never see..

I'm sure your heart knows what I don't yet know:
the pain of loving a reluctant son,
the anger, coming fast and building slow,
of being helpless to control someone..

you want only that I grow up right,
but you know what right is, and I still don't..
I have to learn to wield my inner light,
and if I follow yours, well, then I won't..

I'm sorry for the anger in the air,
though we fight, my love is always there..

thank you dad, I'm so proud of you..
your son.