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TO MY SON WITH LOVE
Truth be told, my memories hold
A hidden sense of fear.
A quiet thought of dreams I've sought,
But never gotten near.
With all the pain, so little gain,
There's one thing that is sure.
The love and pride I hold inside,
For my son I hold so pure.
My breath, my blood, the heartbeat in my chest.
I give them all to him.
He's my dreams come true.
God's golden hue,
That no man could ever dim.
At last, I let this solomn vow,
To never leave his side.
When my years are done,
And I rest my soul,
My prayers are there to guide.
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