In The Middle

I saw them happily together
My 'son' and my friend
Holding hands and laughing
Something deep down told me to stop them
But I wanted them happy
Both came from sad unforgiving pasts
I knew they had gone through enough,
I had been there and done that
They were owed the happiness they found
God knows the pains we've carried

But one day she sat alone
Pale and quiet
I was scared to ask,
Afraid that my son had done her wrong
But she know not of what she had done.
Later when I found him
His voice was quiet,
He wished not to speak
Of the things between himself and the girl

But that night it was told to me the tail
If only in the rough
And now she comes asking if I have spoken to me son
I tell her that I have, but that I can't speak much
Only that he has done the wrong and nothing more
He will not speak to her
Even that he will not say to me

I tried to stay out of it,
But I love my son and treasure the girl
So here I stand wished to speak,
But can't soil the trust of my son.

God why can't they find that happiness they are owed!?
And why did I have to get this caring heart!?
I'm in the middle with no one to blame but me.
And now that I'm here I pray for them both and myself

My our strength hold out.