MY SON MY SON

My Son My Son

What have You done?

That can Never be Mended,

And there’s No way you can be Defended.

My Son My Son

I received Another call.

This time you were Caught.

But, Yet Again, it’s Not your Fault.

My Son My Son

This will Cost more than I will Say.

Each time you Mess Up,

There is a Price I must Pay.

My Son My Son

You may Hate me Now,

And Through the end of the Day.

But always Remember

What I am About to Say.

What ever you Break.

Where ever you Go.

What ever they Say.

What ever I must Pay.

The day will Never come,

When All has been Said and Done.

When I won’t be Very proud

To call you...

My Son.