It ain't fair that a man can live longer then his son
He was 5 foot 10 by the age of 12 but he was still my little one
Had no mother to speak of from the time that he was born
You had sex with me, gave birth to him, and then you were gone
Though you went away I still called him ours
'Till today when I covered his coffin with flowers
I thought my love for you would never die,
till the boy did, Then the love did;
So look in my eye:
If you wanted to see me broke, if it was your plan for me to be reviled
If you figured I'd be sad because you were so bad
I buried your memory, when I buried our child.