Unborn
Unborn
I will never know your favourite toy
And I can never give you the love of a father my boy
Your world would have just begun
But now you will always be my unborn son
Nobody will ever ask me for your hand
And I won’t ever know my daughter’s own scent
Forgive me god for I have sinned
Please let this heavy burden of tears
Be carried away by the wind
One day I will hold you my child
When we walk together into the light
I will never know your favourite toy
And I can never give you the love of a father my boy
Your world would have just begun
But now you will always be my unborn son
Nobody will ever ask me for your hand
And I won’t ever know my daughter’s own scent
Forgive me god for I have sinned
Please let this heavy burden of tears
Be carried away by the wind
One day I will hold you my child
When we walk together into the light
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| Auteur: Robin-William | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 15 februari 2006 | ||
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