Baby

by smokeybear   Nov 25, 2004


Grand days are coming,
days filled with love and hope.
love for your baby, and hope for the love your getting back.

sad days are coming.
nights filled with cry's and sleepless nights.
cry's from your baby calling for its mother.
and sleepless nights answering those calls.

sad days will come, but the grand days are what you think about,
in the end, the grand days,
over power the sad days.

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