My child has CMT
The same disease that was given to me
It passed from my body straight into his
Now I wonder how his future will be

I hear pain in his voice each day
My heart aches, but what can I say
I hold him close, whisper,"I know how you feel"
That seems enough, then he goes on his way

My soul holds no guilt from within
I claim no fault for what was choosen for him
But I'm sadden to think what he may have to endure
And pray his life light will not become dim

I'll watch him grow to be a strong young man
Knowing CMT was not part of my plan
But I'll teach him to rest & care for his needs
And to do the things that he feels that he can