I am the son of grief,    when I've come to far to leave,    even those tears were proud of me.    This is too much for me,    when i have come too far to leave,   everybody will see.       I am the son of grief that you've buried me in.    I was made to overcome, the things that you couldn't do alone.       Mother hold me, i was just left with this.    This life, No love.    And when your hands slip from the sweat of guilt,    i won't be there to hold your hand. bitch.    I will never be, just another disgrace of a memory.