Poor motherless boy;
Your father gone away;
Orphaned and alone;
Such a sad, dark day.
Oh lonely child;
Lost from the light;
How you wept;
In the cold, cold night.
You saw your brothers struggling;
In the bleak and painful dark;
So you swore a vow to protect them;
Even though you need harden your heart.
You commited your sins;
And accomplished your crimes;
You became what you'd hated;
In those more innocent times.
You carried out your horrid duties;
Seemingly without remorse;
Until a strange near-tragedy;
Completely changed your course.
A frightened and innocent maiden;
Lay screaming at your feet;
You fell into a chaos;
You knew you were incomplete.
Your heart belonged to that maiden;
But you found not her love alone;
For in my arms you finally found;
The mother you had never known.
I took you in my cradling arms;
And laid your head upon my breast;
I let you let go of everything;
So that you might find rest.
You found your absolution;
In my tears and your own;
I rocked you gently and sang you to sleep;
For the first time, you were home.
Brother, lover, guardian, comrade;
A whole new life for you begun;
But above all this, you'll always be;
My beloved wayward son.
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Mon Feb 19, 2007 9:19 pm
