'Oh darling, Come here and I'll make it better.' And so you swam through the tides of trouble To meet arms like a sunny horizon Where you believed you were saved. and his kiss on the cheek was too near To baby lips. But safety blinded your baby eyes Oh, sweet child Don't blame your velvet fingers For their stillness Nor those arms that could not persuade the determined ones. And your muffled sobs Were loud and deep As your soul would sing That night. Sweet baby, the numbers are not at fault For they do as numbers do And grow your hair, Wrinkle your eyes And stretch your legs to the sky. It is not the numbers who caused the affair, '84 and '04 should have no relationship but DNA. But the filth of evil Perserveres even beneath love and A sweet baby's shield You may sleep, dear child Fear no longer waits in the darkness In your room After baby coo's Goodnight. For fear rests in a cement hell Where he will face the fists You know too well And this lovely Damaged Baby, Will heal.