Days of innocence days of joy.
Oh I remember when I was a boy.
Run and play with my friends I would. Relive those years I wish I really could.
Now I do as my father once had done.I'm blessed that I am his proud son.
He went from a young boy to a young man.
Worked hard , and ahead of life he ran.
I too now earn my bread and work to live. I appretiate what all he had to give.
To see him in me he gave it all . He knew one day on my feet id stand tall.
Now I know what its like.
To work hard and to fight.
I'm now a person that I choose to be.
He made me what I am so I could see.
The hardships in life the oceans he swam.to get us across to now who I am.
I am a young boy a young man in the making.
To let go of his shelter my hands are shaking.
to love and share all that he'd earn.
I wish I could give him all that return.
To commit and to care as blindly as he.
One day in his place I Know I shall be.
But id still wish one day I could be free.
Run and play under the afternoon tree.
But grow up we do .
In life that has to be.
I now have to stand up and set him free.
Here is the man your boy set out to be.
I'm not yet the person ud wished me to be.
But I will make u proud some day you'll see.
Till then I will remember the days of glee. Ud watch over me as id run around a tree.
The days of innocence the days of joy.
Oh I remember when I was a boy.
