A Special Son. People try to help me, Every one is so kind, But no matter what they say to me, I always seem to find. They look at me with sympathy, In a caring sort of way, I thank them and attempt to smile, Then as Iwalk away. The tears start welling up again, Every time its the same, I simply fall to pieces, At the mention of your name. I know that youre in heaven now, And my heart is filled with pain, But God will take care of you,Until we meet again.