Note: I guess everyone sometimes regrets things that have happened when your children were small... I think if I ever finish this, it might be poignant for a lot of people who have ever been these kids themselves or have had them. I guess because the issue is so personal it makes it very difficult for me to write, so maybe sometime I'll come back to it.
My son, if I could only be
Behind the eyes from where you see
You sleep so deep curled up so tight
Not a sound to break the silence of this night
Do you dream of oceans deep
Or towering mountains beneath your feet?
Do you sore along with eagles in the sky?
Or do you cry?
Half-remembered shouts that filled
The house you lived that mercy killed
With covered ears you ran away
And yet always the sound remains
How much I want your life to be
So different from reality
Yes, if it were up to me
Love would be the only thing you'd see
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