Since I sat down counting my tears
Idealess and speechless, the writer's block
Staring at the hands of my bedroom clock...
How time does not let us wonder
The life we want, as in last night's prayer
A life in a doll, that is mine to keep
A smile in a soul, that i will love so deep...
On the day she arrives, i will call her Lyra
Of the Northern Lights, in a different era
Her eyes would be mine, teary and wide
Her hair a ponytail, loose on one side...
Her cries would be silent, hiding from her fear
Her laughter so loud, heartful and sincere,
First spoken words are English, full of grace
Music and books will be her embrace...
Each morning i'll kiss her cute rosy cheek
Listening to the story of her dreams she would speak
As I make pancakes, her favourite dish
Whatever she wants, whatever she would wish...
In her bed there will be a big panda plush
Her room pink and cozy with some golden rush
I'll read her a book, one story each night
Adventures together to places out of sight...
Lyra is my true purpose to live
My whole life, my whole love to give
Unborn she is my one inspiration
My Lyra, my baby, my dream, my ambition... :)
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