In His Footsteps

On his shoulders he carried me, when I tarried when young. He’d huddle me close, and tell me the stories Of how he grew up. The things that he loved to do most. Correct me when wrong. And punish when bad he’d Protect me from harm, And when ill - He’d wrap me in blankets, And nurse by my side, Till one day I grew up And rebelled. In your footsteps You wanted Me to have followed, And done everything by your will. But I’m my own person, So listen to my side, Are you in with me this time Or still…? Do you not answer? Hear my pain call? As I struggle to find my own way. Is it time I departed? Is it time that I learnt? To have my own will What d’you say? Well I’m sorry You’re silent. You’re so disappointed. But I know that you feel I am wrong. I can’t take this no longer I’m so full of anger. To my misery Is there no end? Well I’m out!... Do you hear me?... Dont misunderstand me. I’m grateful for what you have done. But for now I don’t know me. I don’t know the answers. I’ll pack up my things and be gone! But then you say to me Just listen – child listen, One day you will settle You’ll see. You’ll be married. With children. Putting food on the table - Working hard to bring in the dough Then you’ll think of these words Just follow my footsteps That way you will Come to no harm. And the voice in your head Will silently say - I told you, Was right all along. I’m your father I taught you to follow my footsteps; To know what is right and Whats wrong!