fathers oft claim pride of sons

without knowing what they've done

it is not in tales of triumphant deed

it is in their fails that men lead

a man can't know what his son will choose

what the boy will gain or what he'll lose

the only thing a good father can see

is love for all his son might be

in shadows cast by fears untold

where darkness creeps and dreams grow cold

find their resolve - the beacon bright

guiding us through longest night

here my son now you are grown
all pride turns to humble knowing

how soaring even more than i

you fly free in your own sky