This is a beat poem about my son.

It features my own guitar and my own voice (appropriate), speaking, not singing.

My son sometimes circles me when we're waiting for something literally. He becomes a satellite. And this song is for him.

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My son, Is a satellite Is in orbit, Around me.

My gravity, Holds him in place, As he circles, In content contempt.

As the sunlight changes, So he changes, His eyes sparkle blue or green, His hair reflects the dark Or absorbs the light as golden threads.

He sees and hears everything, Sure-footed and keen-sighted,

My son, Is a satellite, In orbit Around me.

While I stand to wait, Or I talk, He is rotating Around me,

Sending out a signal Receiving my position, Sometimes silent, Sometimes playing a song, Relayed from the stars,

I love my satellite, It loves me. I am a father And a home planet,

My son, Is a satellite In orbit Around me