My Father

I wish my father understood
That I am trying to be good
When he tries to make me do his will
And I only disagree still.
Sometimes he tells me to do wrong
And I know I must be strong.
I hope eventually he'll see
Why it is we disagree.

Why is this, you wonder, why?
That to tell me wrong he tries.
He has different standards than I do.
Sometimes he hasn't got a clue
What is right and what is wrong
So I try to write a song
That tells my story true
And why I live the way I do.

What is on tv each night
Is not always what is right.
If it is pornography,
I simply do not want to see.
Also, I believe in being honest,
I do not want my reputation tarnished.
Maybe one day he'll agree with me,
And give up drinking coffee and tea.