the baby killer, by pawnshop poet Subscribe to rss feed for pawnshop poet

BATHING IN A SEA OF WARMTH
THEY SAY I'M NOT HUMAN
SO SMALL AND FRAGILE
YOU SAY YOU DON'T WANT ME

CONCEIVED IN A MOMENT OF PASSION
FORGOTTEN BY THE ONES WHO MADE ME
SIMPLE BUT I HAVE A NEED
TO BE LOVED BEYOND THIS WOMB

WILL I BE BEAUTIFUL 
WILL I BE STRONG
WILL I SERVE A PURPOSE
OR WILL I LIVE LONG

I SENSE THE END IS NEAR
OR HAS IT JUST BEGUN
MY ARMOUR IS FRAIL
I HAVE NO DEFENSE

LET ME OUT TO SPREAD MY WINGS
AND SING A LULLABY TO YOU
ROCK SLOWLY IN MY MOTHERS ARMS
AND FALL ASLEEP AT NIGHT FOR YOU

ALL THIS AND MORE
I LOOK FORWARD TO
A YOUNG LIFE WITH MY HANDS ON HIGH
YET ALL THAT SAID AND DONE
WHEN SADLY ME FIRST SIGHT IS DR. TILLER

Posted: 2009-12-07 23:56:11 UTC

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