Please, let me be born.
I want to see the sky, to hear a lullaby, 
to talk, to laugh, and cry.
I want to live.
I long to hold your hand, 
to walk barefoot in the sand, 
and though I wasn't planned,
I've got much to give.
Can't you see I'm just the same as you?
I'm very small it's true.
Still, I have feeling.
Let me be.
I beg you, don't DELETE,
for I'll make your life complete.
To you Mom I'm appealing.
Please, let me be born!
I want so smell a rose,
see how a river flows,
count all my little toes,
see night and morn.
Please, Mom, please let me be born!
"The Song of the Fay" Sequel is here at last!
10 months ago
 
 

 
 

 

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