My Son © 2008 Lisa Venkatrathnam and Keith Stacey Rowe My son, my son, my son I’m not ready for what’s to come My son, my son, my son Your pain is mine, my son You drank my love as a helpless babe Now I stand helpless as you walk away We should be eating Instead of grieving You clung to me as a child in my bed Must I now sleep with your memory instead? I long to hold you Do I still know you? Time is a gallows for hearts that know too much Time is a sad song for a mother’s love As you surrender Will you remember…me?
