Every Mother's Son

Life goes on like a carousel

Life goes on, a never-ending tale

Of love reborn, from the cradle warm

A web is spun for every mother's son

Life goes on like a spinning wheel

Life goes on, never standing still

The Gods decide how blessed am I

The days to come for every mother's son

And these footprints in the sand, maybe nothing grand

But if we leave a mark in somebody's heart

What more can I say than I was a king for a day

Once the web is spun for every mother's son

Life goes on like a tapestry

Life goes on, each thread a part of me

That master plan of who I am

A day will come for every mother's son

And these footprints in the sand, maybe nothing grand

But if we leave a mark in somebody's heart

What more can I say than I was a king for a day

Once the web is spun for every mother's son

A thorn a winter rose, some highs and then some lows

That's the way it's spun for every mother's son

Every mother's son