Granny5
09-11-2007, 12:15 PM
Child, what have I done?
My heart is dying,
I’ve nothing left to give.
I carried you inside me
Eager and excited to meet you,
to look at your beautiful face
and see happiness in your
beautiful eyes.
I carried you with me
waiting for the day
You could stand alone,
tall and straight and strong.
Now, I look into your eyes
And see hopelessness
and watch as you labor
to breath in the air of this world.
I know what will come
tomorrow or, if not tomorrow,
the next day.
My heart is dying.
I’ve no more tears to shed.
You will find peace.
But I will ask everyday
Child, what have I done?
My heart is dying,
I’ve nothing left to give.
I carried you inside me
Eager and excited to meet you,
to look at your beautiful face
and see happiness in your
beautiful eyes.
I carried you with me
waiting for the day
You could stand alone,
tall and straight and strong.
Now, I look into your eyes
And see hopelessness
and watch as you labor
to breath in the air of this world.
I know what will come
tomorrow or, if not tomorrow,
the next day.
My heart is dying.
I’ve no more tears to shed.
You will find peace.
But I will ask everyday
Child, what have I done?