I keep shakin my head in disbief because presently in my life
the only thing that makes me happy is a baby boy who can not speak. when i see him peacefully sleep,
i think of the many mistake I've made through life
and wish i could rewind those 9 months and a day,
just for his well being.
so he wouldn't have to know the true meaning of this hell we call life. but i'm 9 months and a day already in
and the more i keep writing the less stable my hands becomes,
just thinking he only gets one life and no re-runs.
9 months and a day
i finally realize a child has come.
9 months and a day
i realize i am a father of a son.
9 months and a day
i finally realized i have no coice but to be a father to my son.
9 months and a day.