Mommy thinks that I don't know, but I must go away,
God waits for me in Heaven , I could go there any day
They want me so yet all they know are life-ships full and sad,
I'd tell them no and say just go your all Ive ever had,
My little flame grows weaker, my eyes begin to close,
Mum kiss me quick and say goodbye, wrap up my little toes
My little hands are shaking now my life is all but told
Ive stared growing weaker and I'm just nearly three weeks old
So don't be sad I'm not to mad you'll say i was a fad
but think right back when i was born u said its not that bad
i know a baby changes things but now I'm made a dad.
