The oldest of pain sometime has a father name

I was the oldest out of the young

There was no older brother as a hero for me to become

No older brother in my life

I looked to my father for the things that were right

There were so many battles in growing up for me

Without my father to guide what strength, can I see?

All by myself, I make the decision I make a choice

In my farther to be proud in me as to hear the love in his voice

I gave into the thought of a father that was proud in his son to see

That he was born with the entire set of tools that only he want me to be

I will never look back as the oldest son in pain

I will never see my father loves in shame

It has taken me four ten plus one

To understand a love between a farther and a son