My son…I know you worry

It’s all much heavier than a flurry

Conquer those fears on your own

Stay away from those things that will claim to help you along

You may find peace in the booze

Or the pipe or pill, you choose

That peace is a disguise, fake

You’re really burying all that you think you hate

Know that your tender heart will ache

But won’t break, next time it’ll be harder to shake

Your curious eyes will look for an outlet

Believing you are something wrong, but don’t let

The mob convince you out of your heart

Be the lion so that you can be the sheep you really are

My boy… Continue to see and feel your way

For it’s always beautiful and I’ll be here to help you along your way