Where is that little boy I nurtured?
Taught love and kindness from the heart?
When did compassion that I taught him,
Come....a....part?

Where is that man I was so proud of?
Where is that knight on the white horse?
When did he learn to show his mother,
Such....dis....course?

Lord, how I tried to do things perfect,
God, How I wanted him to know,
My love for him would e’er be with him,
Can’t....out....grow!

When did he start to be ashamed of,
Me and the way that he was raised?
Why’d he forget the many good things,
To think....me....crazed?

All of the damsels he did rescue,
Why, when I’m down, he turns away?
What did I do that I deserve to,
Be treated...this...way?

Son, I’m your mother and I love you,
Long so to see my small grandchild,
Though I am sick, it’s not contagious,
Swallow... your... pride!

So I’m not strong now, as I once was,
Body and spirit broke with time,
I’m still the mother who has loved you,
You’re....still.... mine.

Please son, take stock of what you’re doing,
Wake up before it is too late,
Don’t let what you don’t understand now,
Turn.... to ... hate.

Where is that little babe I carried?
Where is that little boy I knew?
He knew that love, faith and forgiveness,
Begins.... with ... you.

Now I’ll step back and let you live life,
As you see fit that you should do,
Just  hope that soon, you’ll see this image,
Was mis....con....strued.

Please know that I will always be here,
Don’t be afraid to change your mind,
Mothers have hearts that are forgiving,
They.... love.... blind.

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