To My Son

Before you lies a road of rocks
and at every turn intolerance blocks
You from becoming a man
So shed the cloak and take a stand
Against the hate of color and creed
And show this world that what they really need

Is to look up high
Into the sky
And always remember they can learn how to fly

Your legacy spans 4 generations
Bringing together 2 very different nations
A little Italian Irish lad
Lets not ever get you really mad
Some of your family stills talk with a lilt
And others still walk with a mafia tilt
Heritage my son you have in spades
And if the memory of that ever fades

Just look up high
Into the sky
And always remember you can learn how to fly

I hope you grow to be color blind
And to have an open mind I can only show you how to act
When others walk up without any tact
Just hold your head up strong and true
And others will learn to follow you
Lead them down the road less travelled
Then the path to hate will come unravelled

And look up high
Into the sky
And always remember the we can learn how to fly

Always question those in power
Never bend and never cower
Don't believe anything you hear
And don't let your life be controlled by fear
Extend your hand to someone with less
And then you life will truly be blessed
Eight words in life that you must fulfill
And it harm none, do what you will

Then look up high
Into the sky
And always remember you can learn how to fly

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