The day the baby came
I ran to take it in my arms
I ran to give it a name
I ran to keep it from harm
The time the baby cried
I stayed to comfort what pain
With nothing to shield and nowhere to hide
I offered it what little I had to be safe
The time I knew it would grow
I stood idle by
Not knowing that I would know
I let time slip by
Now I wonder who is the baby
Now I wonder who seeks more
Now I wonder who knows maybe
Someone will lead someone out the door
But by the sum of what I fear
I seek to find the baby I left behind
I can still see him crying in my ear
Who’s the father who should have you refined?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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