Wrong
Where did I go wrong?
Some would say I didn't -
Bowling, baseball, football
and cub scouts -
I was there for every minute.
Some days I agree it was nothing I did,
But that just muffles my true feelings
and keeps them hid.
What should I have done differently
to keep my son from going astray?
If I could only go back, maybe things
would end up another way?
Of course there's no going back.
So here I am stuck, nothing I can do
to change my luck.
I can't make things better.
It's all out of my control.
Only my son can change
what's in his soul.
Will he turn his life around
and head in the opposite direction?
Or will he continue doing wrong,
trying to avoid detection?
I'm tired of the aches
of the heart and the head,
Wondering when my son
will end up dead.
Drug deal gone bad,
a bullet to the heart;
That's not the way I want us to part.
I try to avoid these thoughts,
but they're stuck in my mind
They make me feel like I'm doing time
There is no escape,
I can't make them go away
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