Baby B

All I've got are pictures
you lie among the wires
you don't open your eyes but we're sure
behind them lies a spark of fire

you never had a reason to be dealt
this hand that's pushed you down
before you came I always felt
"what goes around comes around"

you still have the cute baby charm
you look like you're able to breathe
but in a glass box, not parents' arms
and from it I wish you could leave

I know you've never seen me before
through your fish tank breathing dome
but lately I've prayed more and more:
baby B wish you were home