I am my Father's son,
In more ways than one.
I am a nameless number,
a faceless waiter,
a contract cleaner...
I am the rain.
I am the rain
That falls on the green,
And into the background,
And out of this scene.
I am the boy,
You saw in a blink,
With your dress and a drink,
I am the mud and themire, miss,
You are the wind and the fire, miss.
I am hundred men.
I am an army.
I am my Father's son,
And all those before me.



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