I followed rules, I played the game
Obedience could have been my name
But still I messed up & hid in shame.
In constant fear of whipping belt,
I always hid what I felt
Yet somehow still received a welt.
It seems I’ll always be a debtor
So I will hide inside red sweater
Maybe one day I’ll be better.
Now that I have you, my son,
I’ll make sure you’re number one.
From old patterns we will run.
You’re perfect just the way you are
Loving you will heal these scars
You can be my northern star.
I won’t let you be a debtor
To let you know, I wrote this letter
No deed could make me love you better.