Sweet little baby boy, brimming with light and joy,
Your eyes shining bright with ecstatic delight,
Full of wonder at the world,
Now a man, not a baby, in form –
Tall and handsome, and yet forlorn;
With eyes dark and angry, And blaming and cold –
Battle weary and war-torn:
You’ve forgotten who you are – You’ve forgotten who you were,
And you’ve forgotten who you have it in you to be.
But I have not forgotten, And I never will forget;
For my son, I still believe in you, And I’m pulling for you yet.
Once a laughing, cherubic child,
Hair curling softly around your face,
And your peals of laughter filling the air
With delight and joy and grace.
Now you’ve lost your radiant smile –
I see you struggle day by day;
And I try to reach you – I try to touch you –
But you just turn away.
You’ve forgotten who you are
You’ve forgotten who you were,
And you’ve forgotten who you have it in you to be.
But I have not forgotten, And I never will forget;
For my son, I still believe in you, And I’m pulling for you yet.
I will never stop fighting for you – Never stop aching for you –
Never stop believing that you’ll find your way;
And I’ll never stop praying for you – Never will stop hoping
That you’ll grow into who you were born to be… someday.
My sweet little baby boy, brimming with light and joy,
Your eyes shining bright with ecstatic delight,
Full of wonder at the world,
Now a man, not a baby, in form –
Tall and handsome, and yet forlorn;
You’ve forgotten who you are – But I’ve not forgotten.
I have not forgotten. I have not forgotten –
I have not forgotten.
