No one looks him in the eye No one dares to take the time We only see him as the guilty and the shameless We write him off as wasted and nameless This is a son He has a mother He is a child Maybe a brother This is a heart This is a soul in need of love To see beyond The awful things that life has done This is a son He knows how it feels to hurt He thinks this is what he's worth He knows we see him as the guilty and the shameless And write him off as wasted and nameless This is a son He has a mother He is a child Maybe a brother This is a heart This is a soul in need of love To see beyond The awful things that life has done This is a son Mother Mary stands beneath the cross Staring up in utter disbelief And as the angry crowd screams out in hate She whispers through her tears and through her grief 2nd This is a son He has a mother He is my child He is your brother He has a heart for every soul in need of love To see beyond the awful things that you have done This is a son This is a son This is a son