My son he is a RADish
As RAD as he can be.
He grows up in his RADish patch.
He is the "RADish King".
He sits upon his RADish thrown
with arms crossed looking mean.
He must not lose control of things
Or there will be a scene.
His favorite pastime is defiance.
He works on it all day long.
No matter what I say or do
HE is never wrong.
But underneath his "king" façade
A scared little boy you'll see.
He's been hurt by others
But he takes it out on me.
I am the "mom" and that is why
He guards his broken heart.
To let me in would be sure death.
The love I offer strikes unrest.
In his broken heart of stone
He'd rather not trust but be alone.
Trust is something he can't use.
Before it let him be abused
Someday I hope he'll come to see
That trusting me will set him free
And finally his heart will mend
So he can learn to love again.
