You're the great branches of their roots, sweet apple of their eye
you're a creative individual under their design. You are the ideal offspring
but who the hell am I?

You've made them so proud, overcame great boundaries
they couldn't ask for a better tale of a boy.
You're the life of the family, the radiant beam that everyone loves
a light that my own will never amount to

Warm laugh, wise eyes, the very same as our father
kind heart, friendly spirit, all given by our mother
but who the hell am I?

You understand them so well, you know their secrets and their stories.
Why don't I know what you do, what is it that I don't see?
I guess our brown eyes don't appear similar to them
I am no you
nor will I ever be. But I wish I knew
Who am I?