Mother of Boys (feat. Christine Dente)

The messy beds are finally made

The carpet's clean now too

For once the closet door will close

No underwears in view

She never gets awakened by

The sound of bouncing balls

Her nerves unfrayed by knuckleheads

Climbing up the walls

These are quiet, peaceful days

And she looks back with joy

At the men of faith she somehow raised

Through the chaos and the noise

And her heart's still filled with gratitude

Because God made the choice

For her to leave her mark on the world

As the mother of boys

At last the bedroom's neat and clean

The bathroom floor's not wet

And when she wants a piece of bread

The heel's not all she gets

She does miss the laundry

There's a lot less work to do

Those days seem like forever

Yet they flew by way too soon

These are quiet, peaceful days

And she looks back with joy

At the men of faith she somehow raised

Through the chaos and the noise

And her heart's still filled with gratitude

Because God made the choice

For her to leave her mark on the world

As the mother of boys

Though she dreamed of side bows and a dancing brown-eyed queen

Yet even if she could, she says, she wouldn't change a thing

And though her world's much different now than what it used to be

To her surprise she's come to find

The hills her favorite piece

These are quiet, peaceful days

And she looks back with joy

At the men of faith she somehow raised

Through the chaos and the noise

And her heart's still filled with gratitude

Because God made the choice

For her to leave her mark on the world

For her to leave her mark on the world

As the mother of boys