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My son is staring at the world with his big brown eyes,
He knows not what to do,
He stumbles back and forth, looking at all he sees,
His constant curiosity.
Please God, help me understand,
How a boy of six can fly like superman?
I don’t believe your sorry,
I don’t believe you care,
I think you just turn away,
While the rest of us stare.
Will my son grow up and be the man I was supposed to be?
Will he make all the right choices, and choose them wisely?
Please guide him through this life, especially when I’m not there,
Please don’t ever let him fall.

(Writer's thoughts here)