I Am Not My Father's Son
I am not my father's son,
Why oh why can't they all see?
I do not wish the death of innocents,
I do not kill with feelings of glee.
I am not my father's son,
With that serpent branded on my arm.
Even though I may look the part,
Inside I did not wish to cause harm.
I am not my father's son,
Brought up a self-centered brat.
If everyone could know my true feelings,
They would see that it is all an act.
I am not my father's son,
Though a striking resemblance we bear.
With cold, gray eyes and a biting tongue;
That soft, angelic-looking blond hair.
I am not my father's son,
He thought he could control me.
But he was wrong and did not think,
He should have simply let me be.
I am not my father's son,
I was able and willing to be strong.
I helped wherever I could,
All the while I knew something would go wrong.
I am not my father's son,
As the Dark Lord finally hears.
His raging fury is dangerous,
The scream of cruel anger reaches my ears.
I am not my father's son,
Standing in a circle of angered faces.
My father would never be so brave,
As to betray these followers from all places.
I am not my father's son,
I can cast away the doubts of blood.
But still not many can forget,
That blood contains no mud.
I am not my father's son,
Although I realized it too late.
Now I await my punishment;
Death is my only fate.
