I used to laugh and say the world
Had gone crazy.
Now I look at my son and pray
It isn\'t true.
My own childhood innocence
Seems so hazy.
With things how they are what is a parent
Supposed to do?
I guess my worries are just those
Any parent fears.
I want to be there always to hold him
When he cries.
I pray he trusts and depends on me
Through the years.
I hope he knows I\'m there to support him
With anything he tries.
I worry about what is right or wrong,
How to teach it.
I try to make sure he grows to be
A good man.
I pray his heart stays true and I\'m always able
To reach it.
I pray for these things with
Everything I am.