They’re asking for comparisons
But a father can’t compare his sons
And they’ll call until the morning sun
But he’ll protect every one of them

Like a building stands on tens of tons
Not on one brick but the sum of them
As an artist’s craft is never done
Discarding not a single one

The works build up the firm foundation
A mental shelter, found salvation
Rich and poor, they form a nation
A state of mind, the mind’s creation

So when they ask “will you stop your run?”
I’ll let them know I’ve just begun
Cause they’re asking for comparisons
But a father won’t compare his sons