As I stand over his crib
And gaze at his awe-inspiring face,
I set eyes on my innocent child
Who deserves better than this place.
This place where good, honest people
Are filled with bitterness, and with hate,
I set eyes on my innocent child
And think,
Is this his fate?
I whisper ‘I love you,’
Hoping he’ll not wake;
Hoping he’ll stay my innocent child forever
Please God, for his sake.
He quietly stirs,
And lets out a sigh.
He sleeps like a baby
As the world slowly drifts by.
Not a care in the world,
No problems at hand,
Not a burden to bear,
No abrasive demands.
As years pass by
And memories are made,
My innocent child will become a man
And his innocence will fade.