I turned around, and time was cruel
He snuck up in the night

He robbed me of my little boy
and with his youth, He took flight

He stole the days of easy love
days of staring into his eyes

He stole the days of needing me
of wanting me when he cries

He left a feeling strange and new
a place we’ve never been

I keep searching, hunting for that time
to see my little boy again

– Beki Herrbach