I remember when 
I held you close, 
And kissed away your tears. 
Your tiny hand 
In mine would help 
To drive away your fears. 

As all little boys 
Grow into men, 
They leave their moms behind 
To face the world 
On their own terms. 
They cut the ties that bind. 

Tho' mothers hate 
And fear the day 
Their sons grow up and away, 
They know that way 
Down deep inside 
The little boy will stay. 

You didn't heed 
The warnings, son, 
That I tried to instill. 
You made your way 
Into the world, 
A world which loves to kill. 

Amazing Grace, 
How sweet the sound, 
It saved a wretch again. 
I brought you here 
Today to send 
You home to the Promised Land.