My Son

<div>My son</div><div>&nbsp;</div><div>&nbsp;</div><div>I watched you grow&nbsp;</div><div>And I watched you die</div><div>I saw you well&nbsp;</div><div>And I saw you sick</div><div>Then sickness took over</div><div>And the well days were rare</div><div>I thought you were just sick</div><div>But never did I know</div><div>You were out of drugs&nbsp;</div><div>And you would say</div><div>I hurt all over and I can&#39;t eat a thing</div><div>How would I have known&nbsp;</div><div>This was how an addict feels</div><div>When they need their drugs</div><div>And no money to buy</div><div>If you could have made it</div><div>For just a little bit longer</div><div>Maybe I would have known</div><div>Why my son was so sick</div><div>But today I&#39;m educated</div><div>And know so much more</div><div>I vow to this day</div><div>To remember my son</div><div>As I speak to others</div><div>Who live the same way</div><div>And promise to help&nbsp;</div><div>However I can</div><div>To keep you alive</div><div>And make you proud again...</div><div>&nbsp;</div><div>In memory of my son</div><div>Justin Craig Britton</div><div>&nbsp;</div>