Our Own Son Or Chosen One

Our own son, our chosen one Praise, honor, and glory we had for you Memories of so long ago we saw in you A young boy saying a final goodbye Still brings a tear to this one’s eyes With that one simple gesture you seemed to say That hope had not died that dark day Our boy grew up and was no longer John John With the charm and charisma of his father, but was always Jackie’s son You linked us to a magical time Your legacy was to follow the family line And now they say we’ve lost you too Oh dear Lord how can this be true We prayed and hoped for a miracle come But alas fate had claimed another Kennedy young Our own son, our chosen one Rest peacefully now with Jackie, Bobby and John