Look beyond the peaks they would say

Behind whispering winds so

Beyond the heights of ego

And past the rivers of pride

Through the painful rolling tide

They always used to say

Love thy father and take care of him in his dying day

But never to love your son till his eighteenth birthday

Maybe I be worthy now

In your eyes like that sow

To which you rather spend your time

Playing with chance and risking dime

While I lay, alien in wait

For my father to lose hate

But I shall look beyond your peak

Now that it has become my base

And rise above, beyond the meek

So I will never leave my seed  by being weak