Sometimes my mind runs ramped with thoughts unknown
Then sometimes I feel in thirty years I've gone ungrown
As I look in my son’s eyes and wonder what’s going on

Sometimes I wonder when is the right timing
To answer my son when he say I no longer want mommy
Tell me how do I explain this to the judge and have her come up with the right finding

Sometimes I hold my son and look in his face and see myself
I don’t want him to become me but I will indulge him with my knowledge and wealth 
So that he can one day dig within and find himself

Sometimes I feel all my efforts has proven to be useless 
For how can a mother look in her son’s eyes then do this
I guess sometimes things you truly want can end up being fruitless