So often the sins of the fathers
Cause fingers to point at their kin
“Like father, like son” reads the idiom
“Like mother, like daughter” they grin
So often the sins of the children
Are laid at the parents’ door
They’ve either been spoilt or neglected
Of this the gossips are sure
Though it’s true there are family curses
Hereditary demons passed on
We need not give in to their influence
We can rid us of them and move on
But how many look a bit deeper
They’d see just how wrong man can be
Each person’s an individual
With a choice of being bound or being free
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