My Son

He's lying in the bed, all weak and tired
Wishing the pain away, wishing that it'd just come to an end
I kneel down by his bed, and I take his hand in mine
Wishing his pain to go away, as I lift my head to the sky

Lord I come to you now, as a father who needs help
I ask for you to show him you care, I ask for you to show him your there
He's so weak and tired, and it's as if there's nothing I can do
Lord please help me now, he's not just anyone, he's my son

I go in his room night after night, to make sure he's all right
I hold his hand as he softly whispers, "Daddy, I’m going to be alright"
I hug him tightly as tears flow down my cheeks
Lord please tell me what it is, that I haven't done right

He's the only thing that I have left in this world,
Don't take him from me please; he's got his whole life ahead of him
Can't you take me instead, night after night I hear him crying in his bed
Please Lord show him you care, and tell him you'll always be there

One night, you showed him you were there, you showed him you cared
You took away his pain, you took away his weakness
With his face as pale as the moon, and his breath as soft as the whispers of the winds
You told him, he'd be safe, and that he was going home to the land of the angels, Home to you.

I lost the last thing I had in my life,
I cried and thought to myself, what was it that I didn't do right
I was a man of God, I was a man who tried to do things right
Even with all that, I lost the one thing most important, my son

I know he's an angel, and belongs within the gates of heaven,
But I can't help but feel as if you lit my soul on fire, and burned my whole heart away
I lost everything I once had, I lost everything I once loved
Lord help me in my time of need

Two years down the road, and I come to you yet again,
As a lonely desperate man who needs help
Lord please show me you care, please show me you are there
I'm so weak and tired, and I can't seem do anything right

I cry in my bed, all weak and tired
Wishing the pain away, wishing he was still here
Why couldn't it have been me instead, why was he cursed to die in his own bed
Couldn't you see, he wasn't just anyone, he was my son

I don't want to be angry, I don't want to be sad
Lord please help me, I need your guidance
I've been so busy grieving I haven't looked at all my blessings
But here I am now confessing

Thank you Lord, for you have given me the peace I needed
I heard a voice within my head say, "Daddy, I'm alright"
With those words I started to cry, a peaceful type of cry
I continued to cry as I entered the doors of the church
I knew that voice wasn't just anyone, that was the voice of my son

-Written by Matthew Casarez-