Something About Babies

We want to give you God

But God is not ours to give away

We want to give you Reason

But Reason can't make your heart behave

Perhaps we work too much:

It's stuck in our heads

We want to

Give to you

A lucky life

Not just ice-cream cones

Shoes and mobile phones

As nice as they are

I thought I'd be so much wiser by now

You thought you'd be the "Alpha Provider" somehow

And like our parents before us

We just hope that we are enough