oh this road that led me here
brings memories of good and some of tears
looking back over all these years
how much time i did waste on fear
he's eighteen now and with ropes on his shoulders
cap on top and a gown he couldn't wear bolder
going out into the world with the innocence of a soldier
oh he makes me proud and makes me feel older
i wasn't given the title of a woman with children
not naturally no, my grace was to be barren
so i borrowed and begged and stole over and again
the right to say "son" even if it's not true and never has been
in my world, i have a legacy
two older girls and a boy makes three
they'll never carry my name, never carry my gene
but they'll carry my love and all the memories...
that make a family