(Catholic Rap) Le ft Vannessa Valeanu - My Child

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V-1
Could you look me in my eyes and say ya love would last forever-
Weather the storms with me, tell me soon it'll all be better-
picture my anniversary, many smiles, many tears I could cry-
man I want it so much, but you cant hear me, why-
and the time I spend in peace is only momentary till its time to fly-
Till then I rest in you and God, your hearts my lullaby-
and the features that I hold resemble you, and though my eyes-
have yet to see you smile I know you feel my soul from deep inside-
How did I arrive I don't know, but it feels good to be alive-
In heaven hey told me I'd watch over you all in good time-
they told me life was hard with plenty pain before I'd die-
But the joy in life was worth the pain, I'll carry yours, you'll carry mine-
and I'm fortified no one can breach these walls of mine-
you are my first and last defense I pray your on my side-
Will I feel the feelings told when I was told about this place-
Till then I think I'll rest and pray Im in your arms when I awake-

CHORUS X2
Sweet dreams
I'll be waiting for you, I know your waiting for me-
Don't fear, sleep now, because tomorrow is nigh-
Your my child, your pain is mine, and I can feel your sorrow-

V-2
And the darkness looms when the womb becomes a tomb-
a casket of flesh and blood, who's the first to protect the youth-
blood stains on the tiles and the walls and still the lobby's crowded-
it's troubling to see how these doctors and nurses are proud about it-
just wanna shout about it, who can hear the silent screams-
Of abandoned innocence that dates since early history-
but you don't ever hear about all the stories of survivors-
or the would be moms who cant sleep cause they dreamin of cryin toddlers-
that coulda been, or that shoulda been, no, was it murder that mama wrote?-
or the doc fulfilling his obligations for the check mama wrote-
just ask the priests in the east where the populous growth is an obvious joke-
and the infant bodies rest in rivers, no life boat-
and the one who speak of life, they call him psycho-
and the silly vocab got her thinkin the choice is right so-
she signs the dotted line her heart wont beat the same again-
no rest for the wicked, no, no rest for the free of sin, no-