When I look into my young sons eyes, I see the smile that makes me realise,
that circles start but never end, and for every man, it comes around again.
We grow up trying to lose all the things that our fathers were, and try to begin
to make our mark anyway that we can, we crawl and we walk, we fall and we stand.
And the circle brings us back once again to the point where nothing else can remain
but to stand exactly where our fathers once stood and try and be the best that you could.
We spend our whole lives, trying to break the chains but my fathers voice still remains
"Son, your going to miss me when I'm gone, but the best is all I could have done."
And in the early hours when the Sandman closed our eyes, I could hear him alone and I'd hear him cry.
Somethings I guess we all have to carry inside, till we look into our own sons eyes.
I am just my fathers son, I cry at night, like my father had done.
Circles start and never never let us go we just wait and we watch the years grow and grow.
When I look into my young sons eyes I know my love for him will never die.
And when my body is old, and my spirit ends, my son will start the circle again.