I Have Loved The Idea Of Being A Father,
I Couldn't Wait For My Chance.
Now It's Here I Am Scared,
I'm Worried I Can't Live Up To It,
Hold The Name And Claim My Place.
The Reality Of This Choice Scares Me,
I Hold A Life In My Hand's,
Is It Really Mine To Play With,
It It Really Mine At All?
I'm Scared Of The Reality,
These Choices Shouldn't Be Mine For Year's Yet,
Certainly Not Now.
I'm To Young,
To Weak Willed,
To Irresponsable.
What If I Make The Wrong Choice,
I Can't Support A Child And Wife,
But What Other Option Do I Have.
I Can't Just Simply Ignore The Problem,
I Can't Stick My Head In The Sand Any More.
That Awful Word The One I'm Loathed To Say,
That "Abortion" Word,
Well That's Just Not An Option.
The Only Logical Option Left Is Adoption,
But I'm Not Sure I Could Do That,
Sending My Own Child Away,
To Live With Total Stranger's.
These Choice's,
So Hard To Make,
Which One's Correct.
I Can't,
I Shouldn't Have To,
But I Do,
I Have To Make My Choice Now,
So What Will It Be.
My Mind Is Lost And My Heart Has Run.
I Must Go,
Go And Make My Choice's,
Playing With A Life...