Lord, help me to like this
teenage boy,
The one who breaks my heart;
There was only love and joy,
When he made his start.
I love this baby boy,
Even when he plays my mind;
I know he can be very good,
I know he is caring and kind.
Teenage boys so independent and strong,
Are a mother's cross to bear;
They don't need mom's hold anymore,
Her payment is just not fair.
But if I can stand by him a while,
A man he will grow to be,
The kind and good will surface more,
And my boy, he will once more be.
Independent and strong, a life he will build,
A life to make his mom proud;
And he will know his mother loves him,
She will shout it long and very loud.
