| remembering your first words | |||
| remembering how it was that so few followed | |||
| for so long | |||
| remembering your first steps | |||
| remembering the impulse flight response unexplained | |||
| for so long | |||
| remembering your first hug | |||
| remembering the merciless anxiety that had you cling | |||
| for so long | |||
| you may one day know | |||
| (you may never know) | |||
| how empty my life's purpose before you came to be | |||
| you may one day know | |||
| (you may never know) | |||
| how each and every triumph forever changes me | |||
| your victories transcend all understanding | |||
| your accomplishments surpass all scope of imagination | |||
| and on darkest days, your voice sings to my spirit | |||
| "M-A-L-C-O-L-M spells Malcolm" | |||
| translation: it's going to be alright | |||
| now, you speak! | |||
| boldly, assertively, confidently | |||
| and they stare | |||
| they don't know | |||
| now, you leap! | |||
| grandly, fiercely, but willing to be reigned | |||
| yet they stare | |||
| they don't know | |||
| now, you bid me farewell.. | |||
| as often as you clasp my waist | |||
| still they stare | |||
| they don't know | |||
| (Lord, they don't know) | |||
| but for me | |||
| I will celebrate every victory | |||
| with a parade of my best intentions | |||
| and floats decorated with my love | |||
| and bands trumpeting all my dreams for you | |||
| and I will sing this song, | |||
| a song for Malcolm | |||
| with a choir of God's angels | |||
| and if autism leads you to echo | |||
| then sing loudly, | |||
| sing proudly | |||
| my beautiful boy | |||