How could I let it happennwhy did I turn awaynwhen my son began to change somenwhen he was led astraynwas it fear of the almightynor going against the grainnaccusing those with hallowed headsnof causing my boy painnntonight I'm down on bended kneesncalling ghosts to help me pleasendown on bended kneesnguilt like fallen leavesnnWhat kind of mother looks upnat a boy playing at a mannand trembles at the prospectnof getting all she cannfor surely she is chosennand envy fills the eyesnof others without insidersnin their spiritual livesnntonight I'm down on bended kneesncalling ghosts to help me pleasendown on bended kneesnguilt like fallen leavesnnAsking for answers that just won't comentold me he felt like the only onenntonight I'm down on bended kneesncalling ghosts to help me pleasendown on bended kneesnguilt like fallen leavesnnToday I got the newsnthat my boy has passed onnskin too few for this worldnwhere might is often wrongnhe told me I chose my gravenand here I'll have to lienand that there is no absolutionnfor a mother who can't crynntonight I'm down on bended kneesncalling ghosts to help me pleasendown on bended kneesnguilt like fallen leavesnnAsking for answers that won't comentold me he felt like the only onenntonight I'm down on bended kneesncalling ghosts to help me pleasendown on bended kneesnguilt like fallen leaves