She didn't know if she would fall, |
Grip my hand tighter baby, |
If i told you i could take you away from all of this, |
I need you by my side, |
God pushed us close together, |
If they give you a paper with lines, |
We're thick as theives my sweet. |
This world was made for me and you, |
I would have done a lot of good for the world, but i was an aborted child. |
I good child isn't determined by its mothers age, but how hard she works. |