Black ink under your skin,
With a word showing where you've been.
Just one little word,
To make sure the lines stay unblurred.

It's like your precept,
Not your defect,
You have made it your reason to live,
And it has taught you how to give.

This one word,
Is a name you may have heard.
Your son's name,
That you claim,
Helps you be the person you want to be.

Kyle is your son,
He is the only one,
To be your inspiration,
You protect him from this nation.

His name is on your arm,
He won't come to harm,
At least not while your still breathing,
You know the true meaning,
Of love.