As I rooted, once, for you
to not miss a single step
in life, as in a game of chess
As I pondered, shall I let you
fall for your mistakes
or correct them, before they're made
So shall you root for me
as I approach
the twilight of my years
But each step the more painful
each opponent greater
and you'd often look away, yes look away
Were you not my son
were you not my son
yes, you'd rather look away
Than see your Sun, your strong Sun
fall down.
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