My little boy is scared
He looks so small and sad
He doesn't want to eat
He doesn't like to speak

I'm standing by his side. Thinking:
Is it all my fault?
Have I been a jerk?
Haven't I been nice?
Didn't I treat him right?

I'm looking down
He looks at me
A little smile have just appear
I'm looking down in joy
He doesn't seem to know
Or ever understand.
How much I really care
Or how much I want him well

My boy is eating now
He speaks three languages now
I did my job the best
That I can ever make

My boy is now a man
A big amazing man
He also have a boy
He doesn't speaks at all

Don't worry my dear boy
I've been through this before
Just don't forget to try
And be there by his side.