Sometimes I cry because arguments of me
Am I a mistake and wasn't meant to be
Will I ever live outside this space and
one day see the beautiful face
of this wonderful woman who loves me so much
Will I be held and gently touched
Will I learn what she's teaching me or will
someone else decide what my fate might be
Will I be born into this world and learn to stand
or will I be given over to God's loving hands
Will they ever want to hear me talk or
hand in hand will we forever walk
Will I ever grow to be short or tall
or given the chance to be born at all
I'll lay and wait wondering all the while, but
I'll never know if I'm an unborn child
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