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My son has cut the cord and today he drifts away
Sets forth on lifelong journey, departs Saturday in May
A sojourn that requires patience rivaling old Job’s
Travels wild twisting river to where milk and honey flows
Rocks beneath the surface, there are storm clouds in the sky
He journeys with a partner and I’m sure that they’ll get by
Two hearts to make life joyful, four hands help to make light work
Long nights with silent tear falls, in the mist they surely lurk
Weddings and smiling faces, joyful tears and happy times
Confuse them not with marriage where far deeper ties abide
Be steadfast in your loving, cling always to your true mate
Million tears add to the stream, as the years unfold your fate