Son I send you these words
from my little tin box
at the cemetery
Your older brother knew
to take care of family
parents wife and children
Mistake number one came
when your mother gave birth
to you our second son
Mistake number two came
when we let you marry
outside the Church scary
Entering into vows
without the Church to help
you decide your fortune
Take your brother as prime
an example of faith
unlike my young villain
Rui you were my son
you did not come to say
goodbye so we are done
Your sense of duty lacks
sense is utter nonsense
and amounts to nothing
Mistake number three came
when you divorced your wife
if it were opportune
Indeed as you insist
to disassemble love
why didn't you return
Reasonably the Church
would annul your marriage
without children to speak
Rely on your parents
to show Exhibit B
the fact remains you learn
On your own terms you choose
to see only mistakes
others make like a freak
Ready to question all
but himself your marriage
your life not mine so sing
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