Vito

I always knew you
In your mothers arms
I have called your name
I have an idea

Placed in your mind
To be a better man
I've made a crown for you
Put it in your room

And when the bride groom comes
There will be noise
There will be glad
And a perfect bed

And when you write a poem
I know the words
I know the sounds
Before you write it down

Only wear your clothes
I wear them too
I wear your shoes
And your jacket too

I always knew you
In your mothers arms
I have called you son
I've made amends

Between father and son
Or if you haven't one
Rest in my arms
Sleep in my bed

There is a design
To what I did and said