I'M Sorry Son
The Father:
My Son what ails you so?
For you to weep a mother’s tear.
My son I am here so,
Tell me of this pain that burrows in your heat.
So I might set it free of its misery.
The Son:
I weep a mother’s tear,
For you are no longer here.
A pain burrows in my heart,
For my son will never know his grandfather,
and the words of wisdom he has to offer.
The Father:
Worry not my son,
For I am here and I watch over you.
Like a lion watches over his cubs.
For I am the angel that protects you.
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