Baby Bomb

eleven September now seems quite apt it was the very day our lives got high jacked our life on autopilot and easy now nappy shifts make me pretty queasy our baby exploded and in the haze a plus rocked changes in our party ways late nights out vanished in a birth instant because of our tiny little infant fights invade our small family manor life peace requires a medal of valour a Stonehenge resolve is what we now need and a pass key to Fort Knox to succeed baby blessing rewards our sacrifice her baby smiles cuts of heaven a slice