I always loved you, you were my friend. Yet used to hate the things you'd say.
Now hear myself saying your words, talking in the exact same every day.
My hair is my mother's but my face, it is yours. My mirror reflection is you.
The way I walk, the way I think, my whole being, whatever I do.
We made decissions that were not the same, the outcome however I see:
Dad, I am you, more and more every day. And that's why I'm proud to be me.
Thank you Dad.