Every Mother's Son

Life goes on like a carousel Life goes on, a never-ending tale Of love reborn, from the cradle warm A web is spun for every mother's son Life goes on like a spinning wheel Life goes on, never standing still The Gods decide how blessed am I The days to come for every mother's son And these footprints in the sand, maybe nothing grand But if we leave a mark in somebody's heart What more can I say than I was a king for a day Once the web is spun for every mother's son Life goes on like a tapestry Life goes on, each thread a part of me That master plan of who I am A day will come for every mother's son And these footprints in the sand, maybe nothing grand But if we leave a mark in somebody's heart What more can I say than I was a king for a day Once the web is spun for every mother's son A thorn a winter rose, some highs and then some lows That's the way it's spun for every mother's son Every mother's son