Wandering through fields of burning gray. Trees line the path of all my insecurity. They shed their leaves in disappointment all while we speak. Speaking of voices like that of hungry wolves. Carrying on our backs a list of things we might regret. Carry on now little son youll be the man that ive grown and although u may feel weak you are strong. This letter I carry in my heart that you wrote with yours shows that you could never do any wrong. Son, why do you think youre such a failure when you dream at night your conscience and your ailments will never be asleep when im by your side. Im the sun I am the moon I am the reason to be feeling alive to be feeling like inside you have a family that you can return to when the world becomes blind. You are my son, and everything that I wanted you to be. I am the son, don't be like me. I aided in the separation of the sun and the moon. Bringing in the tides to wash up my washed up attitude. Dont be like me.