Father

Father my father why can't you see
The beauty of truth that lives inside of me

So simple is the man planting his garden
With not so simple little seeds
Officer and a gentleman
Pledged his life to the service Just to retire
To his birth place breeze

Well I love this man
Although he doesn't understand me
He says I set my self up to play the victim's role
And that I need to
Learn how to love the little things
Little things

Father my father why can't you see
The beauty of truth that lives in side of me
Father
I'm not the victim or the fragile weak
I am the opened eyed
I'm not the liar or the cheat

Father my father
Father my father
Father my father
Why can't you see

So simple is man with the children on his shoulders
Saying Mr. Magoo and Missy Magee yeah
Walks to the park and trips to the beach
Wasn't so simple for him to treat
Well I love this man remembering those days
Tipping over rocks
Watching the crabs run away
Run away

The man I am now
Although the child never changed
The man I am now like him is still the same

Father my father why can't you see
The beauty of truth that lives in side of me
Father I'm not the victim or the fragile weak
I am the opened eyed
Not the politician
Or the corporate cheat

Father my father
Father my father
Father my father
Why can't you see
Father my father
Father my father
Father my father
Why can't you see
What's inside of me yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Bowman
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