Oh My Boy

O, my little boy So wondrous and so full of joy Away from you, there’s a void Can’t be filled Child, father, man – They’re all of the same plan I guess I’ll never understand The way it’s willed I spent so long in the mirrored wilderness – A labyrinth of my hate, The bull-headed man’s guest In me, you never fail to draw out the best – A better man that I never knew I’d be O, my perfect boy In rooms held hostage by toys Walls welling with exuberant noise – What a meadow of life I fail repeatedly My lack dominating me I plead you won’t have to see Such feeble strife I spent so long in the mirrored wilderness – A labyrinth of my hate, The bull-headed man’s guest In me, you never fail to draw out the best – A higher place I never thought I’d see At nighttime, in the shadows of sinister loneliness, With no other gods to claim me, I pray to you like this: “Oh my boy, How I serve thee. Oh my boy, How I serve thee.”