‘The same, same old story / From the moment I could talk I was ordered to listen / Now there’s a way and I know that I have to go away …’ ~ FATHER AND SON
It’s funny how the people who grow up with this song often end up becoming the figures against whom they rebelled. Children who had a bone to pick with their parents and other authority figures ended up doing to the younger ones what was done to them. The irony is bitter, sometimes deadly — if we let it. We can end it. Take the song, make a shield, use it to protect ourselves, and remember, down the line, don’t repeat those awful errors.. put an end to vicious circles, make it easier, make it better.. so that those who we watch over will not have to go away..