How would you be,
Like her or me?
Long flowing hair,
Or short and curly?

Small or tall,
Fat or skinny?
Nothing really matters,
Except your personality.

See I'll never know, what could have been,
The cutest little girl, or two boy twins.
It's all in the air, and nobody knows,
An unsolved mystery, a true reality show.

Instead I'll sit and wonder,
About the life you could have lived.
And how it all was taken,
Like a **** Indian gift.

I will always think about you,
And ask myself, "What if?".
Would you have painted the next Mona Lisa,
Or jammed on some killer riff?

You know, I wouldn't care a bit,
In fact, I wouldn't give a ****,
If all you ever amounted to,
Was a good and honest man.

I wish I could go back,
To undo what has been done.
So I could someday hug my daughter,
Or shake the hand of my dear son.

I suppose that all of this,
Is my expression of a sorry.
For the mistake that we have made,
Will remain my greatest folly.