I watch them playing in the sand
Oh how very small their hands
There are sometimes I wish they'd be
All grown up like you and me
But then there is the quiet night
When I watch with such delight
Sleeping soundly in their beds
Wondering what visions dance through their heads
When on some nights so dark and bleak
The Night Mare makes it me they seek
Then in my bed they crawl, it's true
They may come as one or two
I welcome them with open arms
They know I'll keep them from all harms
Amazing I can calm their fears
So easily kiss away their tears
They are not old enough to know
That all the world is filled with woe
They only know that mommy's near
To shush away all their fear
Sometimes they look me in the eyes
And tell me such great whopping lies
Inside I laugh, outside I fume
For in this world it would be their doom
I want my sons to know right from wrong
But damn it's taking oh so long
Some day I'll be inside each one's head
Helping them through tough times ahead
Until then I'll sit and watch
As they grow another notch
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