As the day begins to turn to evening,
and the sun is going down.

And night is near,
I know it will be coming here.

I lay down in my bed fighting the thoughts that's in my head. Trying to think of younger years.
Snails and puppy dogs tails.

Listening for the pitter-patter of little feet.
But all I can hear is my own heart beat.

I open my eyes in the black of the night,
shaking with fright.

I fell wetness on my face, tears I've
held back through the day.

I am cold I am hot, I am wet from my sweat.
I'm searching from room to room, calling

your name. Where are you my baby, my son,
where's the man I have raised you to become.

My mind is fighting but its no use, this
is surely mental abuse.

It has no body, no face, no soul only a
name, but it is real all the same...

FEAR!!!!!!!
Dear God I plead take this fear from me.

Where are you my baby, my child, where's
the man you have become.

I hear a small voice it's not to clear,
I hear a man's voice that is becoming

clear.
Mom as long as I am in your heart and in

your thoughts I am near.
Please don't fight with fear,

For I am your baby, your son,a fine
young man I have become.

Dry up your tears, do not fear for
I will be with you before long !!!!!!