a child is always a beautiful thing
You were no exception, my heart in song did sing
proudness overspilled, but I miss you too much
now I have slipped, and once again am falling down
The slippery slope with a cloud and a frown
I outwardly show that everything is alright
yet I’m dead inside and have no more fight
I ask ‘will this be my final intervention?’
to disappear without a mention
It’s wrong to be self absorbed
I wish I could stop it yet I cannot of course.