
I live within an overflow of tears, to think on many a mothers tender years,
Enduring surely what no man could stand, patiently nursing a fetus to a man,
To nurse a son from ones own tender breast, to give them life and love and all the very best,
To spend your years in life and all your wealth, insuring proper schools and food and health.
Not a child in the backyard at your heel, This war is Sad and Terrrifyingly real!
That dirty lonely face is still a boy, but the rifle in his arms in not a toy.
To kill a boy he could meet on the street. To watch some " Mothers Son" fall at his feet.
He carries in his arms a loaded gun. He's been TRAINED TO KILL ANOTHER MOTHERS SON! 2SPIRITS/SUNDOWN MEADOWS