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Dear Daughter or Son


Dear daughter or son, 
I'm sorry didn't make it to your first birthday. 
So much to you I wanted to say. 
Through the years I shedded many tears, 
Cause the days with you were never near. 
I made this choice, 
Didn't wanna hear the voice. 
Of my God who tried to save me, 
But I didn't think of my little baby. 
And I didn't want to believe, 
Of all the things I could of helped you achieve. 
You were always there in my heart and on my mind, 
Even though I never took the time. 
To slow down back then and think of you, 
Now there's nothing I can do. 
But pray that you break through, 
From the darkness of the legacy that I left you. 

Dear daughter or son, 
I'm sorry I didn't make it to your first birthady, 
So much to you I wanted to say. 
I tried so hard to do what was right, 
But all it took was one night. 
And my past caught up to me, 
As I lie here on the pavement dying. 
And I hope you think of me sometimes, 
Cause you'll never leave my mind. 
And if I make it to heaven, 
I'll send my wings to protect you until the end. 
If I could go back into time, 
All the bad things I'd leave behind. 
Cause the only one to really make me smile, 
Was my beautiful baby child. 
I feel my eyes fading fast, 
And this breath I take may be my last. 
Please know this was always true, 
I never stopped loving you. 
And to the last breath that I hold, 
God have mercy on my soul. 

Dear daughter or son, 
I'm sorry I didn't make it to your first birthday, 
So much to you I wanted to say..... 


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