Sweet, Sweet child.
So small, so strong.
You laugh and play
like nothing's wrong,
but there's a monster inside you.
It comes and goes,
kind of like the wind,
when it blows.
Maybe today,
they'll find a cure,
to help your mommy,
to make here sure
she'll be there to see you
on your wedding day,
to laugh and sing,
and give you away.
Maybe someday,
she'll get that chance,
tears in her eyes,
she'll watch you dance,
but until then,
know i'm here,
wishing a praying
to take away the fear,
and now i realize
the monster in me
is nothing compared to
what you see,
everyday of your life,
living and breathing
this constant fight.