Every Mother's Son - The Wedding Present

I was born with my hand in a fist

And my eyes shut tight

Any wonder that I cannot resist

Punching blindly, in a fight

First time I saw swans flying to the sun

I wanted to be one

Like every mother’s son

When I saw my life had begun

I wanted to be someone

Like my brother

My one and only father

And like every mother’s son

I was raised within a cause

With a purpose to fulfill

I was taught to defend what was mine

And instructed not to kill

My small mortal eyes can see eternity

In the clouds that dissolve and then regroup endlessly

Like every mother’s son

When a man showed me how to use a gun

I wished I’d never needed one

Like my brother

My one and only father

And like every mother’s son

Everything in domesticity

Assumes its role better than me

I’m a displaced person whose culture let me down

I raise my own daughters in a pornographic town

Like every mother’s son

I’ve lost some and some I’ve won

Now I’m waiting for a new dawn

Like my brother

My one and only father

And like every mother’s son

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