My Son
My son is in my heart whether he knows it or not
He is in my thoughts and prayers glowing a lot
Hearts are fraught and winds are wicked blow
But he is taught of love and sends hate below
My son, my heart.
My son will always know love is paramount
To happiness, all evils it will surmount
He is free from sin and I still hear him shout
Thanks Dad, that's my boy I do tout
My son, my heart.
God willing I will see my son again soon
High tide, mid-afternoon, so it was to be
Gleeful reunions that never remain tear-free
Hearts swell and emotions become art
My son, my heart.
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