life
Life
My life, our lives is full of mysteries
Someday we spent nights crying in the restroom
and someday we'll be enjoying pastries.
Somedays we are with our friends, forgetting everything that's been going on in life
Living the moment they say
But somedays we are alone, and the thoughts take over your mind
and then what? Who will be there?
The father who cares more about the society than his own child
or the mother who loves you but is too scared of what the society will say
Say about what you may ask and I say my pregnancy.
I lost my first child, oh baby how much I miss you
How much I wish I could feel you kick like I use to
But now you're gone, baby and all I've is memories
Memories of your first kick..
I left them for you, oh! please believe me I did
and the day I left their house is the day you left me.
Today is Mother's Day, and I am here in my restroom crying
because I miss my baby, thinking he would have wished me next year
but now, its all over my baby is gone
No one to say i love you mommy or to wish me next year
Its okay though baby, I know you will be safe with Him
He needed you up there more than I, you little angel of mine
A star that shines every day at night, I pretend is you
and talk to every night before my I fall sleep after saying I miss you..
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