Heroic Sons, Songwriting

Creative Writing, Poetry, Rhymes, and Song Lyrics about God, Family, Heroes, Good vs Evil, and Safety from Predators, dedicated to my sons.

Heroic Sons

Nights in White Satin - The Moody Blues

Heroic Sons

Thoughts bleeding through me,

entertaining my time

Tiny feet wild and free,

boots patent leather shine

Heroic Sons

U.S. Firefighter Engineer and U.S. Cavalry!

Sons in Uniforms,

heroically behead

Malignant monsters,

newly born beneath beds.

Babies I’ll ever hold,

with this heart laid bare

Skates, bikes,

and skateboards,

healed scrapes

and cuts still glare

Cause I love them,

Yes I love them.

Oh how I love them.

Heroic Sons

Fear and pride gnawing,

toys put away

Brave men of today,

just born yesterday

Thoughts bleeding through me,

entertaining my time

Tiny feet wild and free,

boots patent leather shine

And I love them,

Yes I love them,

Oh how I love them,

Oh how I love them.

Heroic Sons

Sons in Uniforms,

mothers still straighten bends

Adults we now address,

but childhood never ends

Babies I’ll ever see,

looking into their eyes

Threaded together,

forever love survives

Cause I love them,

Yes I love them,

Oh how I love them,

Oh how I love them.

Cause I love them,

Yes I love them,

Oh how I love them,

Oh how I love them.

Heroic Sons

Sons in Uniforms,

valiantly transcend

Pestilent monsters,

toward their dismal end

Babies I’ll ever hear,

sweet child prayers to share

Tears won’t justify,

the womb’s deep restless fare

Heroic Sons

Joy and pain mixing,

such a strange blend

Heroes’ wounds heal slow,

skinned knees a quick mend

Protecting my boys,

as men they protect me

Mothers refuse to quit,

their babies still in need

Cause I love them,

Yes I love them,

Oh how I love them,

Oh how I love them.

Cause I love them,

Yes I love them,

Oh how I love them,

Oh how I love them.

Heroic Sons

Heroic Sons

Babies I’ll ever see,

looking into their eyes

Threaded together,

forever love survives

Heroic Sons

Heroic Sons

Heroic Sons

Dirty faces,

and

broken toys;

a household

of entertainment

from

my babies;

my boys!

Heroic Sons

Material things

mean

less and less,

because

two little boys

will always

make such

a glorious mess!

Broken

possessions

are not a

major crime,

nor are

sticky walls

laden with

jam and jelly,

all the time!

Heroic Sons

My boys

have opened

my eyes

clearly wide;

they have

shown me

what truly matters,

and that is

LOVE,

which will ever abide!

My babies;

my sons!

A mother knows

of no greater love,

except for that

of our Savior,

Jesus Christ,

in the Heavenly

Realms above!

Heroic Sons

Heroic Sons

Heroic Sons

Heroic Sons

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