Cheating Sons blood the prize

Help me, Mother, not to bother, but I'm far from home
Living with the wolves out on my own
Sacrifice does petrify me when I judge the toss
Thankfully I'm mired in the gloss
It's the same reflection that I see today
What my life will sanction, look the other way
It's the same connection that is on the wane
Always had the question - am I not to blame
Dearest Julian, of true brilliance, Papi's on the plane
You're growing up a good man frame by frame
Continents will complement your navigating gaze
Find your passion pitch from which to graze
It's your great perception that will never sway
Your immense obsession with the world at play
How I breathe with pride, boy, any given day
If I had the choice, well, don't you think I'd stay
Patronising people tend to chasten then behead
And oftentimes I wonder should my dreams be put to bed
My one lamentation is the blinking of an eye
Years and years do pass us by, you're now a man to live and die
Cry as I say my goodbyes, soldier on acclimatise
Blood is love and that's the prize