My Son
My Son
As I stand here Son, above you, in the stillness of the night.
I ask myself this question, What gives me the right?
To put you Son upon this earth, this earth so big and wide.
To think of all the problems today, it hurts me deep inside.
You my Son, will grow up, in poverty and war. We're all
selfish people, seems we always want more.
You my Son, will grow up, I'll be there as much as I can.
To help you my Son, grow up, grow up to be a man.
Tom Copyright (c) 1999
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