My Son
He's a thinker and he thinks
Into deep thought he sinks
Knowing life will be his greatest education
He's a writer and he writes
Of brighter days and starry nights
And a future filled with hope and expectation
He's a dreamer and he dreams
All his plans and all his schemes
Are a direct result of all that he's been taught
He's a doer and he does
And it's only just because
He's learned to give it everything he's got
He's a giver and he gives
And he loves the way he lives
But there's still so much he doesn't understand
He's a talker and he talks
As we take our evening walks
Of the days to come when he becomes a man.
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