Memories of when I was a little boy, four years old
Waiting for my daddy to come home
And now I look into the eyes of my own son
Wondering what he's thinking of
Waiting at the window when I come home
Watch his eyes fill up with joy and wonder
He reaches out his tiny hand
I feel the bond 'tween boy and man
Memories of my mom cryin'
My daddy gone for weeks at a time
Not knowing how to comfort her
Facin' my pillow, pretendin' not to hear
Now I write this letter to my little boy
I'm far away, not knowing really what to say
Except, "I'm sorry, oh, so sorry"
I don't want to make these same
Mistakes my daddy made with me
Still his voice rolls off my tongue
When I say, "Boy, protect your mom"
Memories of my wife cryin' on the p
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