The In Between Years
I look at you and wish all them years I could've been there,
I'm sure at times life was hard
and you thought I didn't care.
Nobody ever sat you down and gave you
the truth of what took place,
And life went on, I was gone
and the world was yours to face.
From my heart I got to tell you
what leaving meant back then
and the emptiness I felt even
surrounded in a group of men.
I would get flash backs of me and my son,
the incredible joy
Us together, me protecting you forever
You were my little boy.
I would find a memory in the morning that would
bring this man to tears,
I would find a memory as I would lye to sleep
throughout those in between years.
Now as a man I look at you and wish I could take the
past
and fix what was shattered,
I realize I can't
And to me all that has mattered
Is that you have grown into a man I can be
proud of,
a flesh of my flesh,
my boy, my only one,
I may not always say it to you,
But I am proud to call you my son.
Donna 2008
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-02-22 02:26:17
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