MY CHILD

Each day I look out from this window
I see him with his friends, I hear him call
I rush down but as I fold my arms around him
He's gone. Was he ever there at all?
I dreamed of all the places I would take him
The games we'd play, the stories I would tell
The jokes we'd share, the clothing I would make him
I reach out, but as I do, he fades away
If my child was raised in a palace like this one
He wouldn't have to worry where his next meal was coming from
His clothing would be
Supplied by George Henry Lee
He'd have his own toys and a garden to play in
He could make too much noise without the neighbours complaining
Silver trays to take meals on
A bike with both wheels on
And he'd sleep every night in a bed of his own
He wouldn't get into fights, he'd leave matches alone
And you'd never find him
Effing and blinding
And when he grew up, he would never be told
To stand and queue up for hours on end at the dole
He'd grow up to be
A credit to me
I'd keep him warm in the winter and cool when it shines
I'd pull out his splinters without making him cry
I'd always be there
If his dream because a nightmare
My child
My child
My child

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