They say you treat your firstborn the best
But what if your firstborn never even left
Its own mama's womb never put to rest
Every single day I mourn my unborn's death
And I can't help but to think about it
Thoughts of what you coulda looked like got my brain crowded
Wonder what your baby talk woulda sounded like
Wonder if I woulda taught you how to ride a bike
Wonder if your mama woulda become my wife
Sorry we couldn't make it work but baby that's life
I'm sure she's doing alright
Talking to you when she can am I right
Hope you're doing okay Wherever you are
I'm not a religious man I still look at the stars
Imagining my little baby Growing up
You woulda been six months
You're growing up
Just know I woulda been proud of you no matter what
Shower you with all of my love
Giving you all of my kisses and hugs
I would be with you If I could just know that
You'll always be in my heart love, Dad