From boy to man
We watch our sons evolve
Into a greatness
We could never guess
Etching their own roads
Through canyons of loneliness
And deserts of heartbreak
Roads they must walk alone
But we water the deepest well within them
And hope they carry it throughout
And we call it home
We call it love
Call it god
It is the word mother to a young boy.
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