My heart gors out to you, every one
I rock you and hold you, I have fun
You keep me up, every long night
My finger in your tiny fist, held tight.
My heart break when you go
What God has planned, I don't know.
When I come home, will you be there?
Will I cuttle that face, and touch that hair?
Where you go, will you be loved?
Or will you be abusingly shoved?
I will sing you a song, and kiss you good night,
I will pray you are strong enough for this fight.
I will love you and cherish you, each one
And fight for the best, so the bad is not done.
I will touch your sweet hair, one last time
And give that innocent face one last rhyme.
I will kiss that chubby hand good bye
My heart went out for you, it is broken, I gave you a chance, I try.
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