Sorry My Son
I am sorry my son
You're too young to know this
But I have tried to leave a good story with the ones I knew
They only have the most terrible things to tell you about me
Maybe it's their truth
Or maybe my lies
I wanted to love you
Be the best parent I could be
But when you slept so soundly
I was ashamed of my loneliness
Not the kind of loneliness cured by small feet.
Oh! How I loved that sound.
But this kind.......is the loneliness that never leaves.
To be alone so deep of the heart, it sounds foolish to speak on it
When the time is come, The people who will raise you after my time comes to an abrupt end
Will never have that loneliness to give you
As the only thing you'll have left of them
To my son oh! How I love, loved you...
Remember I was never lonely with you
But the darkness in my head wants to play with the darkness of my heart
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