I don't think I have the heart to look my mother in her eyes

and say "It will be ok" and that "We can figure this out"

What kind of son am I? What kind of son am I?

The kind that can't make change in his own mother's heart

In this abscence

During these tender years

It's so hard to stand

When these feet feel cold

When these arms can't hold

And these hands can't warm

It's so hard to say the right things when there's nothing I could say

With a heart that beats Oh, how hard it beats

For you!

I'm fallin short and I'm missing out

But we'll find the courage

It starts with us

This heart is free from evil and malice

And when things change...

It will remain so