"Where would I find you if you weren't there to find? 

Would I look for you deep down inside? 

Or would I stop to think about you every time I passed a park? What would I find to fill the emptiness in my heart? 

Who would I clothe with these little clothes? 
And what would I play with if not your little toes? 
What happiness could ever tap on my heart, 
when you and I are miles and miles apart? 

Who would I teach to speak or with whom would I play endless hours of hide and seek? 
And what would I do to fill my time 
when I should be playing word and rhyme? 

And your mother, yes she is beautiful, and yes she is empty...
When we see other children her eyes fill with envy... 
And when I hold her hand it trembles 
because we will never hold the one that resembles... 

She screams at me with her eyes 
those little whimpers she has held deep inside... 

Help! Oh God why don't you help? Why do you sit in heaven while I lie here in hell? You oh loving God have many of these... 
And yet you hold them from me and give them to thieves? 
I would take them all you know... I would take them all and play in the snow... 

Those that die out of selfish action...
I... I would teach them in your fashion... 

I hope someday I understand... I hope that one day I'll hold their hands... 
I pray one day that God, you would trust me with them... 
I pray one day that God, you would give me to them... 

I pray that one day I can find the child chasing after butterflies.... 
Not letting a moment from his life go by.... 
Run my fingers through his brilliant little hair... 
And ask him.... Where child, where?