Can You See Me Through The Eyes of Your Son?
Can you see me through the eyes of your son?
Sometimes, I think you can; I can hear you in his voice.
I often forget that he is not the weaker half of a one.
Sometimes, at night, when the chaos of day is done,
I watch over him as he sleeps, and my eyes grow moist…
Can you see me through the eyes of your son?
He smiles and laughs, has his own internal sun—
The beautiful result of your oh-so fateful choice:
I often forget that he is not the weaker half of a one.
I sometimes cannot help but to cry, and then run,
Because it hurts me to hear him speak with your voice…
Can you see me through the eyes of your son?
You were my Rose, and the only one
Who gave me a sense of purpose, and a life of my choice.
I often forget that he is not the weaker half of a one.
I miss you more with every passing of the stars and the sun…
He reminds me of you each day, from his heart to his voice.
Can you see me through the eyes of your son?
I often forget that he is not the weaker half of a one.