Son My Son

I went down to the market
to buy whatever I needed
I told the woman who worked there
I was afraid to leave my home
She said son, my son, that's what I feel ev'ry day
Son, my son, that's what I feel ev'ry day
I got back in my automobile
to fill the tank again
I told the station worker
I was afraid to go downtown
She said son, my son, that's what I feel ev'ry day
Son, my son, that's what I feel ev'ry day
At the demonstration
I faced all the police
I saw the fear behind their eyes
I just wanted to tell them
Son, my son, we don't have to live this way
Son, my son, we don't have to live this way
Sons and daughters we don't have to live this way
I laid my head on the pillow
safe and sound at home
I prayed to God for an answer
I only wanted one answer:
How do we help each other?
She said son, my son, that's what I ask ev'ry day
Son, my son, that's what I ask ev'ry day