I could've honestly lived a lifetime
Without ever knowing about your son.
I'm so sorry,but I guess I'm just scared,
And don't want anything or anyone
To come between what we have now;
Not your past or my past, or what the future may hold.
But I guess these things aren't in my hands,
Or in anyone else's, or so I'm told.
And my soul feels squeezed between your child and your dreams,
And I can't help but feel you've lived a whole life before me,
And I fear that,someday,you'll live a new life without me,
And I am just something in between.
And I'm scared it can't be just you and me,
Knowing that you have a family.
Do we share you equally;
While I can give you all of me?
But I fear I'll never have all of you,
And it kind of kills me to feel that's true.
But I'll still thankfully take
All that you can give,
And I hope I can keep it
For as long
As I live.