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Bryant

I see him hold back the tears.
His lips quiver and shake.
Too young, he hasn't the years.
A decision he didn't make.

Mama will protect you.
And when you're angry too.
I will hold you when you cry.
And love you if you lie.

Confusion settles in.
I'm at a loss myself.
I just want him to smile, to grin.
Those dreams are on a shelf.

Innocence stolen and gone.
My sweet boy
When will this be done?
My sweet boy

Should I not be true
To words that flurry in praise
When heart speaks fondly of you
Drunk in loving embrace?

Should I not make merry
This rum-soaked passion
Or peel away in loathsome agony
Let all the goodness ashen?

Should I not yearn
For a lifetime of this bliss
- A future I discern
That’s replete with your kiss?

Should I not then conclude
A life sans this pleasure
Is an abyss of crushing solitude
And regrets for good measure?