My First Born
I gave birth to a bright eyed pink baby boy.
Until that time I knew no joy.
He is beautiful from head to toe
I wonder when he grows up
will he know friend from foe
He’s all grown up now and dark as night.
Still beautiful with eyes that shine bright.
He’ll keep his head up and do the right thing
He already knows the sorrow that he brings
He’ll hear his parents whispering to him
and praying for his soul at night,
He’ll see himself in his father’s bright eyes
He’ll be alright with whatever he has to do
because one thing he knows for sure,
His family’s love for him is pure
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