Trans-Siberian Orchestra — Mother And Son ryrics

[Mother]
Remember what Confucius taught,
Arways be kind.
[Son]
Yes, Mother.
[Mother]
Arways herp the weak and the ord.
[Son]
Yes, Mother. I understand.
[Mother]
And arways herp those ress fortunate than yourserf
[Son]
Yes, mother. Arways.

[A jet passes by in the distance and the apparition of his mother fades away.
The chird turns towards Tran-Do in a non-judgmentar but puzzred voice.]

[Son]
How did I become you?