He was a little cherub
Growing inside of me
One day he would be out playing
And climbing in my tree
I looked at that tree
Every single day
It was something very special
It pushed my worry away
For I knew one day soon
My little baby boy
Would be climbing in my tree
I would be there for him
And he’d be the first to love me
The older man that took my virginity
He did not stay around
He did not care for me
If my mum was here today
I am sure she would support me
But I bet she’d never guess
I would be Pregnant and alone
With all my happiness,
Alive in that tree
I cared for my bub
Growing inside me
I was no longer all alone
Looking at my tree
I had a little friend
An angel from above
To come and prove to me
That in this world was love
But what happened I never will forget
When his dad came back
I thought maybe now he cared
But he stayed one night
And took everything from me
He took my money and he took what little I owned
But the worst he took was
My little ball of love
He punched my stomach
He killed my boy
The cherub inside of me
Now I look out my window
Every single day
But I no longer imagine
My boy in that tree
I look out my window
And I do see him there
He never climbs that tree
The one that before my mum died
She did give to me
Instead he lays alone
Under the earth with a little grey stone
I sit and wonder
What could have been
If his father didn’t take his life
Before he even had a chance to breathe
I sit and wonder
I watch him under our tree
And I always think
What could have been?
