| OUR CONCEPTION Refrain How deep it is this love I feel This love I have for you. How great it is to feel this love The love I have to give you. |
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I just became aware one day,
of this life within "your" womb.
Of this awesome miracle of God,
to be born in so few moons.
"Till death do us part",
here's my special prayer,
I ask the Lord to give us,
many happy years
Euphoric are my feelings
that we're together, you and me,
Looking forward to the years to
come, We were meant to be.
of this life within "your" womb.
Of this awesome miracle of God,
to be born in so few moons.
"Till death do us part",
here's my special prayer,
I ask the Lord to give us,
many happy years
Euphoric are my feelings
that we're together, you and me,
Looking forward to the years to
come, We were meant to be.
| Copyright 2001 Michelle Orlando |
| Not understanding, what all this means, It's as strange to me as you. But comprehensions not a need, of this wonder that's so new. Boy or girl, I have no care, My heart is filled with glee. It doesn't matter either way, whichever life's to be. Aware of the growing day by day, Oh, I wish I could do more. But I will have to learn to wait. Let time and nature do its chore. My heart pounds with this awesome truth, created from a we. The days drag by so slowly, anxious for this life to be. The love I have for you is endless, Yet there's not much I can do. I'm just waiting for the destined time, when life will come through you. Then one day I sense something wrong, Oh, I wish that you could ask me. But I have no say in your choice, the sadness overwhelms me. The choices that you're free to make, should not be made without me. But I don't matter with the law, that feels its not about me. So like a pebble cast away, I find, this to be the fate, of one, so dear and promising, this life you will negate. And so my MOTHER, I shall not live, and we shall never meet. We'll never have this love to share. It could have been so sweet. But it is getting very late, and I will soon be gone. This loss compounded by the fact, I'll never call you MOM. Cause I am not to happen, when you cast me from your womb. You solve a minor problem, but seal me in my tomb. No, I am not to happen. I must go away. Guess, it's really only nothing but, just one more - tragic - day. |
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