Where Is My Son?
Sitting and pondering don’t know which way to go.
Where is my son I really would like to know?
Left the house the other day and did not say a word.
It’s been five days now and I still have not even heard.
Where is my son? I really would like to know.
What is he into out in the world so cold?
Wandering the streets from day to day I just don’t have a clue.
I just don’t understand and my heart is feeling blue.
Don’t he understand a mother’s aching heart?
Can’t he feel the pain when we are far apart?
Many sleepless night I have when he’s not in this house.
Where is my son? Where is his where about?
Father where is my son, I really would like to know?
I just don’t understand why did he have to go?
Why does he choose to run the streets from night to night?
Can someone please tell me..Why he can’t do things that’s right?
Nathaniel has taken off again. He's 15 years old. The police feels that he is
mixed up in gang activities. They searched my home last Wednesday looking for
weapons. I wasn't home at the time. Hubby said nothing was found. As soon as
they left he took off again. Came in on Saturday, took a bath and took off. Haven't
seen or heard anything since. Please keep him in your prayers...
Copyright © Mary Duhart | Year Posted 2008
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