I can’t wait to hug him I can’t wait to love I can’t wait to push him I can’t wait to shove him to look like his mother stand waiting for his brother become nothing less than good become a cover To cover up his pride But never his passion To choose to see light And learn from the glass he shatters To believe in magic The magic that’s not an illusion But in a miracle from God Who creates His own conclusions To drown himself in music And hear all of our voices To become himself With his own choices To learn from pain and stay humble To speak for the weak without a mumble To say something when he feels nothing Ready to fight and rumble And tumble When life crumbles And he’s flustered But functions with a mind of thunder To echo out his feelings And stop to think as he ponders Like the cycle of water From winter to summer To love like no other