For my child

Oh baby child, This one was supposed to be for you, I had all these wizened 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, i know that im not perfect but 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.

I dont blame her for the evils she commits, shes confused, shes only human and depression is a bitch,

 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.