Listen my son
One thing I've learned
And I know it
Bombers can open bomb bays

Love all you can
This precious thing
Called your own life
Remember bombers can open bomb bays

Might you meet somebody
That has your mothers eyes and smile
Might you meet them
Don't blow them away
Don't hurt them
Just hold me
Make someone happy

The things you do
It's up to you
Try being happy
And I say I can believe it
And I do
I do believe there's hope for you

You, there's hope for you

Listen my son
I'm in a war and I know it
Remember bombers can open bomb bays [bad word] worship
May close your many open doors
Might you be cool
Don't get blown away
Don't hurt you
Just hold you
And make you happy

The things you do
It's up to you
Try being happy
And I say I can believe it
And I do
I do believe there's hope for you