The very moment I turn to walk away from my baby's arms I feel as though I have been condemned to live without his charms.
My hands feel tied behind my back and a bag put over my head.
I walk through life like a zombie, like I am the walking dead.
Thoughts of tender moments together run through my head.
And now I wait for my sentence to be delivered, can I last another day, another hour, cause without my baby, I cannot last another second.