Baby Boy
How I've lost my baby boy.
To a choir of selfish indulgence.
He's been lost inside a bowl.
A bowl of bloody senselessness.
And I watched him wave his fingers high.
Closed his eyes, and slowly died.
And I wept inside my very soul.
So will someone call an ambulance?
To bring my baby back.
For him to slowly wave at me.
For that feeling that I lack.
And my baby boy, I say again.
He's up in heaven, counting sins.
Waiting for that day and then.
His daddy will come home.
And sing his songs back to him.
In a tone that he won't believe.
In hopes he will forgive me.
So can someone see this reverence?
Inside my baby boy.
That shines deep inside his eyes.
That shines to show his joy.
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