A story never told was told apond this misty day,
for once and for all in all different ways.
When he told them he was gay,
Their mouths droped open and hit the floor,
this way a story of a poor english boy.
My son you\'ve lost your way.
Because you told your story,you made me pay.
Pay the sacrafice of living large or having the joy of having a grandson,
I can still have those things but because of you am proud to say,
That am gay because of all the things I love and not in that way.
You\'ss have that grandson you just have to wait till may.
