Someone to hold
And keep us alright
******* a thumb and
Holding blankets

She'll tell you you're special,
Though she knows you are not
To anyone, but her
Special, little boy.

And when you grow up
Someone to listen
When the whole world
Is jumping on top of you

And really
You're still that child
And she's still that perfect face
Bouncing you on her lap.

Want to know true loneliness?
Lose your mother,
But then,
Who would ever want that, really?