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LISTEN TO MY BABE

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I listen to my babe inhale
I listen to my babe exhale
I hope my babe is feeling well
When my babe suffers, me as well

I’m incomplete in every way
I forgot to feed my babe today
I took my babe up on the hill
With no idea my babe is ill

How is it I care so much
And still forget important stuff
It seems my babe’s not even here
It seems my babe has disappeared

I spent a while away from home
I went to see life on my own
I kept my babe out of my mind
I pretended that this heart’s not mine

On returning home I found
My babe was dug into the ground
My babes’ heart was clean and pure
The man had said there was no cure

My babe cried ‘please let me out’
I couldn’t hear cause I had doubts
About the things I can’t control
So far away where life is cold

 

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