A storm that passes near I fear I may have kept aground And my son, my reflection My pride profound Captured every rainy tear But he can smile He chases like a gust And if I must I will Give up my sanity, my trust To find relief in all his guile What is to find a cure To lure our hope into relief When the initial news was rough And strength turned into grief Lost, paralyzed, impotent, obscure I ask for nothing more Than his a life worthy of lore Worthy of normalcy And full of ordinary fun And all-derserving infancy A life a million times my own And better More smiles and laughter More words for every letter More sweetness than can hold a home More bubbles than a sudsy foam More happiness More Navi More Sunday than a sweater