When you were praising 19 place ribbons, I was holding trophies.
When you stayed to the sidelines and made an empty house, I touched God.
When you were fooling with friends, I was building an empire.
When you were celebrating mediocrity, I was making a masterpiece.
When you were spinning your wheels, I was expanding my borders.
When you were unwilling to hold my hand, I held my own.
When it comes time to claim your son. You will not be his father.