I stand in front of the mirror
Just combing my hair
When I see him,
I see my Dad looking at me,
Smiling with that smile
That was always with him.
The man who taught me so much,
A man who showed respect for all,
A man who always saw good in life
And showed me that way,
Where respect must always be there.
There was the man
Who brought me the most wonderful thing,
He brought me the wonder of music.
From the day of my birth
To this old man writing these words
The music he showed me is still here.
Music was his life,
And it has become my life,
All because that man,
That man I see in the mirror,
Has become me.