If we have a choice before born
If we have a choice before grown
Destinity baby is a location when and where open your eyes
Soft baby tears as bloody as gets you nowhere unless some random luck
Destinity baby... I pray for you to born in world's most secure and happy land
Till make your wolrd seamless as you smile to be hug and fed in mothers breast.
the courtesans on the corner called him baby blue,
though he cavorted around with a candid ecstasy
seldom seen under the streetlights or above the sewers of town
though he bought rounds for all the bastards at the bar at 2 a.m.
and bellowed drinking ballads to no one in particular
though he had a colossal crocodile smile
wider than the sea, the sky, or any of the tiny bits in between
the courtesans on the corner called him baby blue,
because on the navy nights when he would lay with them,
which was now and again, it was always with silent tears
and they flowed like the deepest sorrow untold.
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