Little baby sleeping on the roof, sometimes on the branch. Gently weeping, sometimes leading to slumber. Small body shaking, curled against a biting wind. Eyes swollen from crying. Needs a hand to hold her, lips to kiss her; she needs to feel it from you. Rejected from the warm womb, from the strong arms to be held in. (She needs to feel it from you.)
i wish you'd come home today; i wish my they really loved and knew me! i wish i had parents (but you're enough for me)!