Great strength of passion, caring humble, and kind,
What does he think?"can love be mine"?
A fortitude boy, little mind what does he seek.
Love is strong, and I'm subtle and meek,
A deep hole, how? The pit he's in.
My heart is weak and it weeps within.

A brave smile everywhere he goes,
What's on his face is not what his actions show.
"Keep pressing forward and never look back," she said.
Many words of wisdom, from a mother well said,
But did he fell back or did he look in.
My heart is weak and it weeps within.

My final chapter in the book I write.
Isn't God great for the stars in the night.
In the beginning he made man and woman, is't he clever,
Disobey and die, but obey and live forever.
And He is still here, my heart he's in.
My heart is weak and it weeps within.