My son ... My wife
It is not perfection
Yet Im doing my best
To make life easy
Inside your womb, my wife
Is our son
A fruit of our love
Eternity
We long for it
But we're mortals
So be these words
In your heart be planted
Let it flourish
It is not perfection
Yet Im doing my best
To make life easy
Inside your womb, my wife
Is our son
A fruit of our love
Eternity
We long for it
But we're mortals
So be these words
In your heart be planted
Let it flourish