Narcolepsy Sucks & Sleepy Stuff

Ballad: "My Son"

My tears spill over as you’re placed on my chest;

The fresh new fragrance ignites a fire inside,

This one-time stone is ablaze and awoken,

Inexperienced emotions seep out with pride.

Safe in my arms I am whole,

I thank God for His compassion,

To be blessed with perfection I do not deserve,

He has chosen me to love this cherub with passion.

Pain and difficulty can never compare,

No amount of fantasies foretells,

This love I have for you overwhelms me;

His mighty greatness illuminated in each of your cells.