Every Mother's Son - Matt Dusk

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