MY SON

     
here comes the pen, my son
use it well, use it wisely
let it flow, let you mind run lightly
on to the page in letters of gold
let it burn in gold

here comes the hammer, my son
feel the weight as you let it fall
direct the force where you hear the call
let the anvil take the blow
let it go, let it go

here comes the threat, my son
keep strong and face it down
never flinch, never fear the sound
offer your hand when the anger’s gone
when the anger’s gone

here comes the gun, my son
let then know you will not need it
to make your mark, not make men bleed
old men’s wars are never done
here comes the rain, my son

here comes the pen, my son
use it well, use it wisely
let it flow, let you mind run lightly
on to the page in letters of gold
let it burn in gold

let it burn in gold