My son stands up strong, and as brave as he can
Inside the gap somewhere between boy and man
How my heart weakens inside of my chest
When I tuck him in gently at nightfall to rest
I watch him now sleeping deep in the night
My eyes brim with tears that I can’t seem to fight
Reaching under his pillow, I feel little men
Breathing sighs of relief I tiptoe out again
Little men guard the innocence of my child’s heart
I take comfort in knowing toys still play a part
Within a boy’s world, always moving so fast
Where the wide eyes of youthfulness don’t seem to last
Lord, give me courage to face the day’s dawn
When my fingers discover the little men gone
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