Child Of Mine
by cynthia l johnson
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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To my two month old daughter... |
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Child Of Mine
A breeze in the wind
A thought from within
Insane stops, when rain drops
We all get caught in sin
A brain stops, when a soul is lost
I wasnt taught to give in
They gave life
I made life
She is...a gift to give
Praise to,
I made you
I hope and pray for you
Everyday that Im away,
Know that I wanted to stay with you
The way you,
Look in my eyes
with no facade, no disguise
I am set free
A mother on a grind
In time, you'll see
The night you were born to me
The life I was forced to see
I let go of fear
I held you near
Knowing I just survived a helluva year
You will receive more of me
My all is for you
I must stand tall, when I fall from truth
You're everything I thought I wanted
You're more than a just cause in all I do
I cant wait for the day,
I get to pass the torch to you...
With Love,
Mom
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