My Poor Baby
Oh my poor baby, even in tears, you're still so caring
Oh my poor baby, even torn down, you still continuously lift others up
Oh my poor baby, how I miss the old you
My poor, sweet baby, your throat swelled up and even still you continue to sing
My poor baby, you have so much joy to bring
My poor baby they take it all away from you
My innocent baby how i wish to cradle you, to protect you and tell you it's okay
My poor baby, know I'll never leave
My poor baby even from greenish and flourishing to dead leafs
My poor baby please know that I care
My poor baby your in my heart, and everywhere
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