Oh baby child
This song was sposed to be for you,
I had all these written words about how life is sometimes cruel but there is beauty and theres hope and in a twist of irony your mama tore you away from me.
I cooked and cleaned, i never cheated, never violent, now i know that i aint perfect, did the best that i could strive to,
In the end I guess my best aint gonna do,
I pray to every god that mama gets well soon.
Now i dont blame her for the evils she commits, shes confused, shes only human and depression is a bitch,
Now I dont want to hate her but im far too devastated,
I pray to every god that mama gets well soon.
I wont forget but ill endevour to forgive,
If she bestowed on me the chance to be a father to my kid, i think my soul would start to heal and maybe she could heal too,
I pray to every god that mama gets well soon.
Listen to For My Child (quick demo) by HOT SQUASH on #SoundCloud
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