For the two years he has lived
have been filled with hurt and sorrow
I feel the weight on my shoulders

His mother is crazy,not right in the head
And I, his big sis must take over

He has a father, who cares for him so
He has an aunt, who has helped him and I grow
But every child needs a motherly figure.
I have taken care of him most of his life and my motherly intinct is strong

But now my baby is gone.
I feel the pain of a real mother who's child has been taken away

I lay awake at night hopeing,praying that soon my baby will return

My baby has been stolen,
Ripped from my arms
His mother wants him
I can't have him

I lay crying, waiting for my baby to return.