Looking Thru the Glass

The years pass by and you ask me why you're looking thru the glass.Dad how can you even ask?You say it hurts you to come see me behind glass, but don't you think that's the least of you I can ask?It's just like the story like father like son, but now you just act like you're done.Remember when you were young and wanted to have all the fun?Well I had to try and now i'm done.Now I sit here day and night wondering who's the next to fight.You say it hurts you to see me behind the glass and prison doors but i'm the one dad who's had to fight all the wars.