The lads have done well.
An arrest.
Thank god...

And it disgusts me that concealment has ensnared.
The mother of a son...you protect...
But the mother of a son..she mourns.
She has lost her joy.
How can you leave her this way?

Your son.
Your flesh and blood...

You love him.
You protect him...

Think of her...think of loss....
Your son is indeed the sacrifice.

He committed the crime.
Against your nurture, you must let him pay for it.