I always knew you 

in your mothers arms 

i have called your name 

i have an idea 

placed in your mind 

to be a better man 

ive made a crown for you 

put it in your room 

and when the bride groom comes 

there will be noise 

there will be glad 

and a perfect bed 

and when you write a poem 

i know the words 

i know the sounds 

before you write it down 

only wear your clothes 

i wear them too 

i wear your shoes 

and your jacket too 

i always knew you 

in your mothers arms 

i have called you son 

ive made amends 

between father and son 

or if you havent one 

rest in my arms 

sleep in my bed 

there is a design 

to what i did and said