When you’re unworthy of a lyric or song
And a book will take too long
Your child will do the best he can with what he does the best he can
Faye
This isn’t autobiographical
More a love song to his mother who deserves better
A blessing a pope couldn’t give
Cause it comes from the heart.
To the facts you gave the world Mark and me
We’re yours and you’re ours
Independent self sufficient child’s of yours
Some times we have fallen apart, broken down
No matter what you build us back up
Never abandoned and totally adored we owe everything to you
You’re my hero
My muse
My counterpart
Do you know
Your place
Inside my world
When you deserve more that basic rhythmic rhymes but
I can’t do much better than
But I’ll strive to give you more than this until the ends of time
Faye
This isn’t autobiographical
More a love song to his mother who deserves better
A blessing a pope couldn’t give
Cause it comes from the heart.
To the facts we made each other better
Moma, I don’t know what you’d say of this
Without you and all your loving sacrifice
A tragic tale no one has nor should they
Despite what I dream for us
You stared this all a future for you boys that will never been end
You’re my hero
My muse
My counterpart
Do you know
Your place
Inside my world
When you deserve more that basic rhythmic rhymes but
I can’t do much better than
But I’ll strive to give you more than this until the ends of time
Faye