Remember when we rode the London Eye and I was in a pensive mood; too often to brood... You asked what was wrong but I didn't want to tell a bitter song, so nothing's wrong. Truth be told I thought of a future I could not see, a family that might never be... those thoughts yet with family all around.
And now with family on the horizon, a future which I can almost see, adding to the family tree, wonder who this little one will be? Like me?
And I remember I had a favorite Grandmum,
so maybe my child will too
No doubt it will be you.
May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 2:31 PM UTC
Remember when we rode the London Eye and I was in a pensive mood; too often to brood... You asked what was wrong but I didn't want to tell a bitter song, so nothing's wrong. Truth be told I thought of a future I could not see, a family that might never be... those thoughts yet with family all around.
And now with family on the horizon, a future which I can almost see, adding to the family tree, wonder who this little one will be? Like me?
And I remember I had a favorite Grandmum,
so maybe my child will too
No doubt it will be you.
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