Tal Bachman

Dad says its striking
How I look like you
And how we share the same eyes
Yes he swears Im just a smaller form of you
But brittle bones and a wisp of white hair
Are all I see in that old rocking chair
Tell me how long have you been around
And how long til youre underground
Tell me how can a son be a father
A mother a daughter
And I be a man someday
Well I wonder
Yes I do I really wonder
Could I belong to someone so old who