He sat and cried like he did when he was young, but he is grown
His boyish face behind the tears that tear at my soul
I hold him close to me like I have done many times when he was young,
I feel his pain in my flesh like ice water through my viens
I cannot take away his pain like I did when he was young
He would laugh when I would make a funny face, "I love you mommy"
"I love you too my sweet", The door closes, the officer pushes me away
I cannot help you now, I will be here as I always was, always will



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