He put his arm around her shoulder    with a voice that sounded older   He said, "Mom, I got something on my mind.   I don't wanna bother you but    I sure need to talk to you   If you can only spare the time.   And Mom I hope you understand    How much I love and need you   And I don't want you to take this the wrong way   But don't you think I'm old enough    And big enough and strong enough   To play the games that Daddies play?"      My friend Billy Parker's dad    Came by today to see me   And he wondered if I'd like to go   With him and Billy on a hike    And maybe camp out overnight   The way I've seen 'em do in picture shows   And there's one thing I'd like to do    And maybe if I ask him to   He'd sit and talk with me man to man   We'd only be gone overnight    And I could find out what it's like   To play the games that Daddies play.      She quickly turned to hide the tears    From her son of seven years   He didn't know she'd read between the lines   He'd never really known his dad    And although he'd never ask   She knew exactly what was on his mind   She searched her mind in desperation,    Six long years of separation   Dimmed the words she knew she had to say   I hope you're never big enough    Or old enough or bold enough   To play the games that Daddies play.      I know you need and want his love but,    Son, you're the victim of   Another kind of game that Daddies play...