Too few letters that were sent, too few photographs for me to see.
Just to know you held the pen
Selfish pleasures in my make believe.

The nights are way too long, and I'm not strong like you.
I cant breathe without you, son

My beautiful boy,
My beautiful boy,
My beautiful, beautiful, boy

This house still holds your smell, and your voice still echos through these walls
I wasnt with you when you fell,
I was with you through so many falls.

The nights are way too long, and I'm not strong like you.
I cant breathe without you, son

My beautiful boy,
My beautiful boy,
My beautiful, beautiful, boy