I cut myself
to watch the blood flow...

To love is to be free
And to be found...

I want to be happy, and to be cared for
I want to be free, but not shown the door...

I feel the breeze upon my skin
And I cannot ease what lies within...

I love your eyes
I love your smile...

A setting for one
Is all I get...

Sitting so pretty
Pretty in pink...

You were so tiny you were such a dear
your little coos where all that we could hear...

What am I to do?
Where am I to go...

My eyes water
my head in pain...

She's my baby
She's my shining star...

Brave, loving and sometimes crabby
This is my son...