I fear the not knowing,
I fear of you going...

To look into your little eyes and see my own.
To feel the love so sincere and to the world have...

When will it be my turn to love?
When the tears are of joy...

You came to this world like us all.
With the exception of being born in a stall...

I yearn for you each day I breathe.
Yet you act as if you don't care and you leave...

You don't ask me for my permission to use things,
You don't care about the meaning of these rings...

I think about you every day,
Longing for a kiss or a touch...