Eight months it took me to get here,
to a mother that was to take away all my fears.
Then from the time I was conceived in this life,
I started my battle through endless strife.
In days of school it was to be foretold,
a life that I would make even when I am old.
I wanted to be the man my parents wanted me to be,
to be just and heartbreak free.
I went to collage and put pen to pad,
but when I graduated I saw I was a confused lad.
For school never taught me all I had to know,
it just gave me the best part of the show.
It took years for me to finally see any fault,
even to this day I learn as an adult.
I look now at my family and cleared way,
and see the toll I had to pay.
I wish to see my child learn more then I will ever know,
for maybe he will see the whole of life's ongoing show.
Go farther then I have ever came,
if not I know it is I that has to bare the shame.
I tell this to my wife and close friend,
because my wife's pregnancy is about to end.
