To Be True

He ran like the wind couldn't settle down

Did't have a clue where he was bound

Stayed with his Mother but he lived in the street

The only time they spent was when he needed something to eat

She said you know there'll come a day I wont be here for you

So all I ask my son to yourself be true

Well the times they got hard and he got harder inside

When his poor mother passed away he just broke down & cried

His tears turned to anger and he held himself to blame

So he turned to that old bottle to hide his guilt and shame

Loneliness hit him hard and he didn't know what to do