I barely knew my grandpa, he died when I was young
He seemed a strict and cold man, I don’t recall much fun
But she revered her father, from that she’s never strayed
Never heard a harsh word, not to this day
The good book says to honor the ones who brought us here
So the way I had it figured, she must have done that out of fear
Fear that God might judge her, and smote her from above
It never crossed my mind she felt real love
But me, I have spoke harsh words, and flung them right at her
Forget the Ten Commandments, one mama’s boy astir
And I was fraught with anger at everything she’d done
And blamed her for the person I’d become
What I’d become was victim, what she became was goat
For all my sour self-loathing, my boat that wouldn’t float
Somehow she must have caused that, so I ran from her touch
And reasoned that she loved me, but just too much
So there lies quite a statement, which turns right back on me
For now I have my own child, and it’s blatant plain to see
That real can’t be too much, and mom’s is that same kind
The love that I’d distorted in my cruel mind
So thank God I can own this, but better yet can feel
The real thing underneath it all, and that’s the hugest deal
Cause nothing else can matter when there’s no right or wrong
There’s just this little boy who loves his mom
I’m still that little boy who loves his mom