The terror of my children,
I want to be a daddy
Have offspring,
Nurture them, with love,
Then, I fear
I fear that, if I decease
Who will admire them?
Who will look after them?
Who will give them the love I want,
Who will be father to them?
Who will support them?
Money is not enough,
What if I die, when they are still New
Will they be what they mean to me?
Who will look after them, when I am gone?
Whose love will they get?
Will they see me as a father?
Will she take care of them?
How will they grow?
How will their lives differ from mine?
What if they go through the same childhood, which raised me?
Will they take the pressure?
Will they love me?
How will they know how I loved them?
They will be my children.
