O my son
I married your mother when we were fiery and young
And through many hard times, to that guiding love I clung
But no love shines in her eyes any longer for me
I remember your first day at school
The playground, and your red coat
We kissed and hugged goodbye and I walked away
And I couldn't look back, I just love you that way
Remember the time when we drove around town
And I told you about the pipes that run underground
And you said "Could you talk about it again?"
And I told you about the waterpipes and the sewerpipes
How they run underground, and you said,
"Could you talk about it again?"
There are many things that we do not see
But I see you
And you see me
And I won't forget what you did
How you stopped your classmates from teasing the foster kid
And if you never learn to hit a ball
And you don't pick up your shoes
I still know all that I need to know about you
And I am with you, though I may leave
Some things are hard to see
But I love you
And you love me
And that's free
O my son
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