FIRST BORN
Sometimes - in the evening
When my daily work is done - I wonder...
What's to become of you - my Son?
Sometimes - when it's quiet
When the day's routine is past - I wonder...
How can you be growing up so fast?
Does anyone care?
Does anyone really care?
Must you play with guns and armor?
Must you fight someone to win?
Must you live your father's life
All over again?
Is there somewhere in this great vast world
A place for you and me
With men who love - who trust - who give
That all men might live free?
You're such a little boy
And you're growing up so fast
How I love to watch your reaching
And to feel your little grasp
As I help you down the stairs
On your way to find your fun
And I'm left alone to wonder...
What's to become of you - my Son?
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