He uses his time on smoking and drinking,
Pleading for answers,
Where he shouldn’t be seeking.
He places himself as if he’s bold and strong,
But inside he crying,
For a place to belong.
He says “If hell is where I’ll go then fine”
But he doesn’t know,
It doesn’t last a moment,
Like a glass of wine.
I weep for him each day I rise-
As I pray for him to see the light.
Angerness fills his soul,
His heart hardens even more.
I keep telling him I’m there for him,
Even when he says to go .
I tell him that I care for him,
But he yells, trying to make my right wrong.
I weep for him,
For I’ve done all I can,
And I feel like I’m helpless,
As he continues to fall deeper,
In satans’ hand.
He tells me I’m a fish that never goes away,
But he keeps calling,
And I watch it ring each day.
I see that he looks to feel loved,
Though outside,
He acts so tough.
I weep for him,
That’s what I do,
I pray for him,
Always will too,
My tears that stream for him,
Are not compared to his Fathers’ above
weeping for his soul.
I weep for him ,
To hope my tears
Will have some worth.
For I fear for him,
As I weep for him ,
With all my heart knows.

 
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