I have been selfish,
And I have been vain,
And I have been a chain
Smoker, drinker,
Addicted to myself,
Addicted to short fixes,
Now I have you to think about
And you,
You are all I can think about,
Sucking your thumb,
In the curve of my womb,
Oblivious to the war
And hurt of the world
And I know that soon
I must develop the courage
To bring you into this life
And let you develop your own,
But until then you can grow
Comfortably,
Within me,
And you can call me home.