where is the little boy I carried?
In my sleep I heard him cries;
when I'm away I felt his needs;
that he said he can make his own decision;
I'm not allowed in his room;
for he he seems don't want me nearby;
where's the little boy I sang a lullaby?
for he sang to himself and close the door;
and walk himself home;
and said he doesn't want me around;
one time he was talking about to move on his own;
to my shocked;
what have I done wrong?
don't know what to say;
but showed him his old time photos;
tears fell on his face;
his only words was " sorry! mom "
I'm glad he was once a baby.