Not That Man

Anger flies with condemning eyes Little boy cries I'm not that man Temper flares, what provocation Could justify this rage I'm not that man I'm not that man I'm not that man God help me Not to be that man New generation, promise broken Anger woken Made that man Lesson learned but now forgotten How could I have become that man? I'm not that man I'm not that man God help me Not to be that man Sins of the father are repeated by the son But I swore I would not be that man And if your son cowers before your anger Can he forgive if I made you that man I'm not that man I'm not that man God help me Not to be that man

Listen to this song Notes The thing with cliches is that they usually get that way by being so true. Repeating the flaws of our parents isn't inevitable, but we have to be conscious to avoid them.