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Too Late To Change
Can my son ever forgive me for what I have done? Can he ever forgive me for abandoning him? To throw him away, like he was yesterday’s trash To forget that he was my flesh and blood, The one who came from my loins His teary eyes filled with pain and sorrow, Shall always haunt my dreams They shall show me the pain I have caused The pain that I made because I did not understand I hope he can forgive me for throwing him away To leaving him out in the cold Leaving him out to fend for himself To face the worlds horrors at such age Years pass and go by and now I see what I have done I wish I can tell him I love him I wish I can tell him how much he means to me I wish I can have my child back But it is too late He now lies on cold marble In a tomb to keep his body, To lie with those that have passed on. He was killed by those that hate, By those that fear the unknown I wish I could go back to that night To that night when he told me a secret, To the night where I lost him I wish I could hold him one last time, And I wish I held him that night he told me That night when he became lost to me
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