I remember the look in my mother's eyes,

When I was just a babe.

It held the fear of my future.

She asked herself, "why a child so pure,

this world of sin she has to endure? It was not my intention to bring her here.

But to cast her away-

No, my heart would never bare

The guilt that I would've face

To take her from human race ,

So she would have to learn

Right from wrong

How to survive

The race for the strong

The meek

The geek

The poor

The witty

I don't know why, but her life I pity.

She will grow poor

With no Dad

As I did

But she'll learn much more

As her mother

I will make her.

Just like I made her

Come into this world."