Heavenly flight

In a room way up high,
there is a baby waiting to die.
It was left to that fate,
by a crack head mother and a father's hate.
It lies and wonders in its tiny mind,
"How could you drop me in this bed and leave me behind?"
"Where are you mother that bore me all those months?"
"How could you abandon me for a few white lumps?"
"Oh, dear father why do you hate me so?"
"Am I not a piece of your flesh and your soul?"
"My bottom is raw, I'm hungry and cold
and my bottle is filled with nothing but mold."
"I am too weak to cry anymore."
"Please, someone come open the door."
"Take me in your arms and hold me tight
and love me until I take my heavenly flight."