I remember as a boy, walking at your side

How I tried to be like you, how you gazed at me with pride

And now the scorn you show the man, is more than I can bear

Too often you act like I'm not even there

And how you praise the hero, who always saves the day,

And flush at the dishonor of the son who runs away.

Why can't you just see me!

Why can't you look at me without shame

Would it surprise you to learn

Your son and savior are the same?

And sometimes I think I hate you,

I feel that you should somehow realize

That the hero who you worship

Is the son who you despise.

And it hurts when you look at me you can't see

Past the image of the man who I pretend to be.

You knew me better then most, yet you believed I was this man,

Who rather than stand and fight, when danger threatened, ran!

We fought side by side for years, we were a team before my fall

But I guess you never knew me- the real me after all.

And how quick you were to scorn and jeer,

Each time Adam ran in fear.

And your words drew blood and cut me deep, bitter as gall and brine

For though I was no man in your eyes, you were a woman in mine.

The way the sun would light the flame in your hair as you stood on mountains of stone,

No threat of death could tame the fire in your eyes as you faced down demons alone.

A warrior goddess, breathtaking as the dawn, when sunrise lights the sky

In love with a hero who stands at your side facing down the same foes you defy

And when you look in the eyes of your hero, does anything familiar show?

Do you see any hint in that world-weary gaze of the friend you used to know?

And Sometimes I think I hate you,

And I long to confide

That the hero who you love so dear

Is the prince whom you deride

And it hurts that when you look at me you can't see

Past the image of the man who I pretend to be





And I gaze on my reflection with eyes older than my years

And I push away my sadness, my bitterness and fears.

The fate of far too many hopes, I carry on my own

This master of the Universe is forced to stand alone.

Who is this stranger staring back at me with a soul so split apart

Whose lonely gaze stirs the ashes of a hero's empty heart?

Those who I hold dear can't stand the man they think I am

And I wonder- who am I? Hero, prince and man.

And sometimes I think I hate you-

For you have stole so much!

The gentle regard of my father-

Teela's tender touch

And it hurts when I look at me and I can't hardly see,

past the image of the man who I pretend to be...

I don't know if I am blessed,

I don't know if I am cursed

But I put the safety of the ones that I love first.

And the power I possess comes at a dreadful cost

And I wonder is it worth all I have lost?

And sometimes I think I hate you

For you have stole so much

The gentle regard of my father

and Teela's tender Touch

And it hurts when I look at me

And I can hardly see

past the image of the man I pretend to be...