I was just a teenager with a blackened past
I could have went off the rails, as I diminished 'o' so fast
Someone heard my tears of pain as I cried myself to sleep
Because they sent me an angel with tiny little feet
It was the birth of my first, wow I was amazed
I couldn't stop touching him, I was truly dazed
This tiny little human, he had just come out of me
The scar on my tummy was worth his life you see
I called that boy Darren, cause I just loved that name
Not sure if he loves it as much, if not that's a shame
He was blonde and blue eyed, just like his mother me
Beautiful skin, and lips you want to kiss, lots he gave to me
Then along came another set of tiny little feet
He too a beautiful baby when him and I did meet
A tuft on his hair, darker than his brother
He looked more like his dad, but also me, his mother
He was a natural birth, with my mother by my side
We both looked at number two and hugged him with pride
Dean I called this angel, for Dean was a name I did love
I was blessed to give birth to them both, sent from the heavens above
The saddest thing of all was that I was 'o' so young
I found it hard at first, but a natural I had begun
I swore I d give up my life for them If ever was needed
Bring them up the right way, and god I have succeeded
I have been so lucky to have brought up two fine men of age
Even when I was depressed and my whole life was a rage
I protected them with every inch of me, no one would bring them harm
I look at them in awe, and think they both have such charm
If I never had them, I would not be here today
Externally I had no words, but inside I did pray
Please let me do this right, for I truly need to find the way
To make right the wrongs that others pushed on me each day
Guided by unseen forces I did what I needed to do
I fought all the battles, to bring up my two
I survived my depression which tried to **** my heart
But each day I loved them, made each day a new start
I love them with such passion, I love them ever more
I love my kisses and cuddles each time they go out the door
I love how they joke with me, and even call me titch
I may not have the money, but with their love.. I AM RICH
Jul 22, 2010
Jul 22, 2010 at 3:52 AM UTC
I was just a teenager with a blackened past
I could have went off the rails, as I diminished 'o' so fast
Someone heard my tears of pain as I cried myself to sleep
Because they sent me an angel with tiny little feet
It was the birth of my first, wow I was amazed
I couldn't stop touching him, I was truly dazed
This tiny little human, he had just come out of me
The scar on my tummy was worth his life you see
I called that boy Darren, cause I just loved that name
Not sure if he loves it as much, if not that's a shame
He was blonde and blue eyed, just like his mother me
Beautiful skin, and lips you want to kiss, lots he gave to me
Then along came another set of tiny little feet
He too a beautiful baby when him and I did meet
A tuft on his hair, darker than his brother
He looked more like his dad, but also me, his mother
He was a natural birth, with my mother by my side
We both looked at number two and hugged him with pride
Dean I called this angel, for Dean was a name I did love
I was blessed to give birth to them both, sent from the heavens above
The saddest thing of all was that I was 'o' so young
I found it hard at first, but a natural I had begun
I swore I d give up my life for them If ever was needed
Bring them up the right way, and god I have succeeded
I have been so lucky to have brought up two fine men of age
Even when I was depressed and my whole life was a rage
I protected them with every inch of me, no one would bring them harm
I look at them in awe, and think they both have such charm
If I never had them, I would not be here today
Externally I had no words, but inside I did pray
Please let me do this right, for I truly need to find the way
To make right the wrongs that others pushed on me each day
Guided by unseen forces I did what I needed to do
I fought all the battles, to bring up my two
I survived my depression which tried to **** my heart
But each day I loved them, made each day a new start
I love them with such passion, I love them ever more
I love my kisses and cuddles each time they go out the door
I love how they joke with me, and even call me titch
I may not have the money, but with their love.. I AM RICH
©J Taylor (Gautier)
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