Better Son

There's a hole in my socks

It's getting me sad

But as nobody will see

This is not that bad

You should be thankful, my dear

For having socks you can wear

I'm sorry, mom

It's a promisse, mom

Don't worry, mom

I'll be a better son

There's a hole here inside

But no problem, I can hide

I just have to smile

And let it pass with time

You're alive, healthful and

What miss in you is faith on the Man

I'm sorry, mom

It's a promisse, mom

Don't worry, mom

I'll be a better son

I still don't understand

I appologize for asking it

But why do I have to accept

Things I dont agree with?

You know, it's tough

It's enough, honey

You should work and bring the money

I'm sorry, mom

It's a promisse, mom

Don't worry, mom

I'll be a better son

You're the best forever

Dad's not here - he's never

My problems compared to yours are little

Don't cry, sweety mom

I love you, son

You'll always be my hero!