Veela - Never Fall Far lyrics

From the Seed to the tree That you wanted me to be – I'll suddenly be up and running To another country But this – distance doesn't make a difference Since you've helped -me -get -this far Yes, I was scared But not unprepared Best days of my life Spent never knowing where I reside (I reside) And though we lost our home We're still holding so close at the end of the rope And you sent me notes How you left me so I could go to school and never fall Depths below – you were telling me no When you heard that I would go to work And now I want to show My debt to owe When I help you write All the books you like With a house on the brook And the farm to survive Then I find you'll reminisce as we Try to say this: Looks like we made it I know I am my father's son I know I am my father's son And when I get to raise one I'll know just what to do I know I am my father's son I know I am my father's son And when I get to raise one I'll know just what to do More poems to page Trust fading with age Bright, pa**ionate flames Somehow engulfing you Ideas of rage Questioning faith Wanting one more day with you, for you – Would it matter if we didn't even make it? – It's the journey we've taken Long as you can say you're not Disappointed I can keep going And absorb Every conversation That we have – I was drowning But you came and saved me And thank you for paying for all the vacations Instead of pinching pennies, I'm Remembering you telling me To never ever let it be The money over memories I know I am my father's son I know I am my father's son And when I get to raise one I'll know just what to do I know I am my father's son I know I am my father's son And when I get to raise one I'll know just what to do More poems to page Trust fading with age Bright, pa**ionate flames Somehow engulfing you Ideas of rage Questioning faith Wanting one more day with you, for you Testing your troubles far away Think up a rhythm just a bit too late This solitary way you stay Makes trees grow faster Than you – I would never be living a dream if The words that I wrote made you cringe and sheepish The nights are sleepless So I guarantee this You'll never fall far with my achievements You bought me, my sister, and my mom an education I'm not an engineer but I'm not ungracious – I just hope that you'll reminisce when we say this: Looks like we made it I know I am my father's son I know I am my father's son And when I get to raise one I'll know just what to do I know I am my father's son I know I am my father's son And when I get to raise one I know who he will become More poems to page Trust fading with age Bright, pa**ionate flames Somehow engulfing you Ideas of rage Questioning faith Wanting one more day with you, for you More poems to page Trust fading with age Bright, pa**ionate flames Somehow engulfing you Ideas of rage Questioning faith Wanting one more day with you, for you Looks like we made it