My Mother’s Son

It’s a blessing and a curse sometimes

to be my mother’s son

Rising from the ashes

with fresh fires lit beneath me

If I decide for sure I’m doing something

Heaven help whatever’s in my way

And if it’s worth doing after all

it’s worth doing right the first time

You can have your grey skies back

I’ll burn the clouds away myself

and come charging through the fog

that’s spent the last however long

trying to hold me down

It’s time to greet the summer days

and live life for what it’s worth

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