My Son

MY SON In the middle of the City stands a tall gum tree With a trunk so bright reaching out to Yeah Jacaranda nearby looking up at me Yet I stand tall and proud for the world to see Sun sets on my trunk at the end of the day Trials Tribulations, I have a lot to say Don’t mean no harm to come your way So much to say at the end of the day I aint no clone I aint no fool I mean no harm to come to me nor you Flesh and blood aint no excuse I need your love not you’re abuse So hang on tight for time is neigh So so sad just a wasting away On your response, I am but waiting I’m a patient man but time is a fading Love dad