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So tender, so young,
Innocent of any wrong,
Yet fights his way through
The struggle fair and true...
Why him?
Why... my son?

With the dangers ahead,
Born into a world misled;
He must discypher yinyan
Of all things as men can...
Why him?
Why... my son?

Why him, I ask you...
Why... my son?

Oh, my dear baby boy,
Why my pride and joy
Is subjected to rapid growth
In a world that belittles us both?

Why him?
Lord, please, tell me.
Why... my son?