Like Your Son

Anthony, who lives next door, has two boys

Both of them athletic, unapologetic

Saturdays, they load the car with all the baseball gear

And oh, they disappear

But your boy makes no sense to you

Your boy doesn't play

Your boy spends his days alone

Drawing on all fours, lost behind locked doors

Who is like your son?

Obstinate and wild

Focused on the one thing

That makes him such a funny child

You begin to run

The minute he appears

You don't know what to say

You don't know how to talk to him

And who is like your boy?

Sensitive and sad

Watch him jump for joy

Each minute with his drawing pad

Only needs a pen

Only needs a dad

But you don't know what to say

You don't know what to say to him

He needs you to protect him

To give him time and space

If you'd only protect him

Then he might find his place

But instead you reject him

When you should face to face

Say "I'm proud of you"

Were you like your son?

Passionate and lost

Someone like your son

Who'd reach his goal at any cost

Lester's like your son

That's why you turn and run

And though I know you love him

You do, you truly love him

I wish you could like your son