If I had a son
I'd love him with my life -
I'd stretch the boundaries of my own health
just to keep him from strife.
If he was ever upset,
I'd comfort and scare away his fears,
I'd cuddle his little body
and love away his tears.
Upon the loneliest of days,
I'd mess around, tickle,
make him smile -
I'd run along beside him,
even if it was for the longest mile.
And in the darkest of nights,
I'd show him the sparkling Moon,
the glowing Mars -
I'd shower him with my undying love,
and thrust him to the stars.
Alex Jones
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