I'm imaingining your fingers,
as they tightly grasp.
For the first time,
I wished it would last.

I was dreaming of first steps,
the words you would first say.
Your smile and eyes,
that would help me through the day.

I thought of your cry,
what it may sound like.
But your smile and laugh,
would make it alright.

I didn't even care,
boy or girl, didn't matter to me.
As long as you were here,
and you came along healthy.

But the blood came fast,
when it really shouldn't have.
I rushed to the doctor,
with that test on my lap.

"Doctor, look, it's positive,
was it just a mistake?
Is there something I can do?
or is it just too late?

"Tell me, my baby,
that it's alright.
That'll I hear that cry,
that it'll make it through the night"

"I'm sorry ma'am to tell you,
this baby is no more.
You miscarried your child,
and  there's nothing you can do for.

"This child to make it through,
I'm sorry, it's far too late.
This wasn't meant to be,
this was truely fate."

Now I sit here on my bed,
with the test in hand.
I was going to tell you,
I knew, I said, I can.

But there's not point now,
I sit here silently broken.
At what could have been,
my baby took my lost token.