To you, mother, I was br a great man br in his boyhood. br br Married to someone you'd br realized you could not talk to, br in a domestic prison br in a city you did not know br with a young, dependant child, br how alone you must have felt! br br Who would deliver you br but that same, golden son? br He had to be br someone great. br br Seeded by your desire, br he believed he was, br br and will never feel at peace br until the whole world br sees him the way you did.