who can know the eyes of mothers
glancing downward at a son
and i rarely want to comment
for i've never e'er been one
i've been ghosting to that instant
where the depth of life begins
let's pull forward for our huxley
he has strength the count of tens
wanted just to cast a poem
even where i did not dare
cause i stare on at this hero
holding nothing i can share
my words are often silent
but i cheer on as i can
hope he hears me from the distance
keep on going little man
i've not known the pain of mothers
just the one i know as mine
and i'm sure she's shed her own tears
as i'm dying on the vine
but my hand goes to the hurting
that's what god has said to do
mike i know you're still imperfect
but i know i'm just like you
one more time to see tomorrow
from the sadness of today
giving hope within the moment
as we pass again this way
and i ask have we not been here?
i can see the steps i made
and he says put down another
on the pairs that you have laid
you can't draw back from your footsteps
you can't draw back from your scars
they are written in the moonlight
they are spoken from the stars
as the moons all spin eternal
even ones i do not know
i will pray on for my huxley
to the steps where he will go