Usually it seems to be,
It would be the older writing to the younger me.
Id be old, bitter, and lonely too,
Then id sit down to write a letter to the younger you.
But in this hour of which Im in,
Iv’e decided to justify my greatest "sin".
To explain what is done will always be done,
And to tell of the things I have lost or have won.

To start off first let me ask you this,
Remember the girl who shared your first kiss?
And how you loved that her vibrant smile,
Seemed too stretch on for a million miles.
One night It seems I had made a "mistake",
The moment I heard my body did shake.
I was blamed for the changes to her beautiful figure,
And cursed on the night she pulled the blackened trigger.

Though now as I sit with my son right beside me
His sweet little presence sets my soul free.
So small, fragile and innocent he is,
I know I need to make the world his.
I spend every hour searching high and low,
To insure my son will always grow.
Not just in a strong physical way,
But into a man he will be proud of from day to day.

Ive thought long and hard about what I gave,
To the mother of my child I couldn't save.
She blamed me for making her body grow,
All the love I had for her never seeming to show.
She blamed me for always letting her be wild,
and for not letting her **** our unborn child.
She claimed her want to destroy him was true,
though it became something she couldn't do.
On the day she went to hand over our newborn son,
She couldn't do it and decided she was done.

I received a saddened call one night,
From a woman telling me my son was alright.
His young mother had written a letter that day,
To explain why she had taken her own life away.
My son was given to me in the morning,
along with a terrifying custody warning.
Though my sins have brought me great pain,
From them my saving grace I did gain.
So never wish to erase the past,
Because for me I want it to last.
I love my son more than anything,
And I would never risk changing a thing.

-ARI