My Three Sons

Day is dawning, almost sounded like a warning
Wind was rushing through the trees almost roaring
I never thought that
Id become
The proud father of my three sons
Heres a fragment between the shame and the sentiment
For all the years that
I might have been absent
I cant do what cant be undone
Oh no, my three sons
I love you more than
I can sayWhat
I give to one
The other cannot take away
I bless the day you came to be
With everything that is left to me
Heres your pillow, go to sleep and
I will follow
May you never have any more sorrows
Thats not something you can count upon
Still I want it for my three sons
My, my, my three sons
Deep in the night
I turn cold and sick
But I only curse arithmetic
I bless the day that you came to be
With everything that is left to me
Day is closing, old men and infants are dozing
Thats the kind of life
Ive chosen
Just see what
Ive become
The humble father of my three sons
The humbled father of my three sons