But I find with the ever changing charging forward

I lose my way

Their are days, moments where I lose myself And even in an effort to remember the words of my father now passed.

I lose my way.

Father of mine, I'm sorry I'm not the son you had hoped to build.

I am stubborn I am jealous I am angry And I lose my way

Even in death l, I find your words engraved on my heart. And to the point of exhaustion, I find myself pushing, and pushing, and pushing. I find myself struggling to take the next step forward

I lose my way

But of all the things you taught me, it was "never quit when it's for real." I wonder, if you really knew just how much I'm struggling, trying to be someone you can be proud of. I left behind everything I knew, on an uncertain future.

But I will find my way

I stumbled, I cry, and scream inside my soul, that I just want it to be worth the pain

I will find my way

I'm sorry I'm left in wondering where my life will land, how badly I want the payoff. Father of mine, I will find my way, I must.

I must find my way

May your memory not be losy in bitterness or a wrongly placed grieving There is so much more I hoped to learn, but I've still so much to see.