Baby Girl
I can't put the pencil down and I don't know why
Its funny, but as a youngster, I used to be pencil shy
But since I've grown up, writing has become my Baby Girl
My escape from this crazy, messed up world
Every time I stop writing, something new comes to my mind
And I am forced to pick up my notebook one more time
It took me a while to appreciate this gift that God gave me
Writing as if my words are the only things that can save me
Take away this gift, and my sanity is gone
Because writing my thoughts has helped me to hold on
Baby Girl, you've grown so much since the day you were born
And Mama has given you a special task to perform
Go and tell this world about my struggle
Let them know that your mama showed a little muscle
And even though she felt like giving up, she never did
She kept pushing forward even though the devil forbid
Baby Girl, tell the world that your mama was a fighter
And when I'm gone, make sure the world holds up a lighter
Copyright © Sheri Smith | Year Posted 2012
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