If I ever have a son

His name would be Light 

But they would call him King 

I'll make him laugh

So the world could hear him giggle 

One of his many names would be Simple

I'll shout at the sight of his sister's fall

So the world could call him Gentle

And I'll dance him to sleep

So he'll know my touch

When her touch blinds him

They'll call him Clutts

Incase his attention span is too short

And his love is too much

If I ever have a son 

His name would be Light 

Because his smile and hugs 

Would be so warm

They'll call him Tender

But his name would still be Light

Because for me

When it gets cold and dark

He will be something to remember.