Father

It's the profile of the mountains on your weighted back
The hoar frost is falling on your hair that is no more black
Your wrinkles had been written trials and tribulations
A pair of callous hands on which time had left its track

Recollecting those days there are memories i cherish so much
Sometimes i can't help asking why time had to rush
One of two of those scenes always break into my dreams
Reminds me of the way you walk, the feel of your touch

Father
Father
Your dreams fell on my shoulder

Father
Father
Your blood runs in my veins

Behold your son who is disobedient to the end
A stubborn heart refuses to change

The guidance and inculcation i still remember them all
In the days of adversity i kept telling myself to stand up and walk tall
Lives out there is rough and rigorous
I have no choice but to fight with my back against the wall

How i regret all the things that couldn't be undone
Sometimes i blame myself for being such a wayward son
I must confess that i've never wanted to live my life your way
Because there's no chance to alter it and i only live it once