I teach him all I can,
To walk and run.
To work and be a man.
I help him to stand,
To find his voice.
To learn and understand.
For in my heart, he is my son
Though I am not his father.
And as he grows, I know that he
Will do works of the other.
But for now, he is my boy
And I will love his mother.
For there is a special love
A man can give,
To the child of another.
I teach him all I know
Give him a home.
A place to live and grow.
I give him my name.
To face the world
Standing tall with no shame.
For in my heart, he is my son
Though I am not his father.
And as he grows, I know that he
Will do works of the other.
But for now, he is my boy
And I will love his mother.
For there is a special love
A man can give,
To the child of another.
I teach him what is right,
To choose and love,
To always walk in light.
I give him my love.
For when he prays
And speaks to God above.
For in my heart, he is my son
Though I am not his father.
And as he grows, I know that he
Will do works of the other.
But for now, he is my boy
And I will love his mother.
For there is a special love
A man can give,
To the child of another.
For there is a special love
A man can give,
To the child of another.
-by roy hayward
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