Son of the proud father...

It has been some time since my birth,
and you witness my formative years
Sometimes beside me,
while most times from a distance..

Unseen tears were shed when I fell,
And unspoken joy when I shined.
All displayed barely beyond your heart.

Many attempts were made,
to spread my premature wings,
In hopes to soar up high,
so that you can boast...

Yet strings of failure occurs,
which results in sparks flying,
while misunderstanding could be felt.

But until now haven't you see,
that there is a strong desire within me?
To be the son of the proud father.....