For the Daughter I'll Never Have

Let it be a noble sentiment

That despite my temperament

She might still be heaven-sent

Wash the errors of my decadence

Off of her inheritance

That she might be heaven-sent

When she's tired I'll tuck her into bed

Whisper words of nothingness

Mean them nonetheless

I'll keep her warm and I will keep her fed

Break my arms to hold her head

Read the stories I once read

I would bend over and back for the daughter I'll never have

Quick to anger, slow to rise above

Skip around the house, my love

She will always be enough

Will she be anything like her mom?

Downturned eyes and second thoughts

I hope not

I'll clean her wounds while I collect the dust

Wash her clothes, she'll mend my rust

With chemicals and wanderlust

I'll hold my breath and I will count to ten

Tear my heart right through my skin

Let it live where she begins

I would bend over and back for the daughter I'll never have