A cry so soft and weak
Has no chance of actually living
Not hers to love not hers to care for
It's hard to find the joy in giving
But life gives what you get
No explanations no refunds
There seems to be a price on life
But everyone knows there's no such thing as a price on love
I thought this was supposed to be a breath taking moment
But this breath he cannot allow
Obviously he has another thought in mind
This blessed little angel must return now
The baby cries next door
As her mother falls to the floor
Have you ever been hurt to the core?
Until her dying, she's eternally sore
