AFTERMATH
MY MISSING SON
MY MISSING SON
Nothing worst than a lost child
They have taken off, only God knows where
Left without any note, that can drive you wild
That emptiness is hard to bare
All you want to know if they are ok
That big hole in your life, is impossible to fill
If only they would give you one more chance to say
The things I would say, this quilt is no thrill
Just the thought you might be in need
Can rip my heart right out
Please all I ask, is just call, that's all I plead
A quick phone call, just give me a shout
There is not a lot of time left
At my age I have just about finished my race
My time has gone so fast, it feels like a theft
Won't take much to put me in my place
THE REASON
MY MISSING SON
Nothing worst than a lost child
They have taken off, only God knows where
Left without any note, that can drive you wild
That emptiness is hard to bare
All you want to know if they are ok
That big hole in your life, is impossible to fill
If only they would give you one more chance to say
The things I would say, this quilt is no thrill
Just the thought you might be in need
Can rip my heart right out
Please all I ask, is just call, that's all I plead
A quick phone call, just give me a shout
There is not a lot of time left
At my age I have just about finished my race
My time has gone so fast, it feels like a theft
Won't take much to put me in my place
THE REASON
MY MISSING SON
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MY MISSING SON
MY MISSING SON
