I just wrote this poem on a new born baby,
Yearning for what I can not have.
Beating heart sooth my dreary soul.
Sleepless nights, I shall never know
what I can not hold.
Killing my heart for what was told.
No little dreams to shape,
My future is known.
I take way fighting, I will not lose.
To break a fantasy I mustn't.
Unyielding hope will light my way.
For one day, I pray you will be known to life.