I never got, to see the light of day. I never got, to breathe in the air. I never got, a chance to play. I never got, to stop and stare. At the beauty, that would of sourrounded me. I never got, a chance to just be.
S.O.B.
If there's a god. He's a greedy S.O.B. He can not but see, the deserving un happy. I'll sell my soul to the devil. All that is me. If it would re-join this woman with her un-born baby.