I watch you silently as you feed,
And make sure that I do well asI lead.
You know all I do, is just a good deed,
But im sick of watering this damn seed.
I give you life, and you never plead,
You just watch me; one of the girls who bleed.
I sit back;I do like with abook with life & read.
You call it resposiblity on my part;you mislead.
I call it something else on its part...greed.
For once I want to quit and with words speed,
But life...seems to be more than mine is to proceed.
I'll stand on my fears and succeed.
My fears can die along with this disease,
The sickness of loving you is a need.
I no longer fear all these things, am i free?
Nope, because now I fear for you my baby seed
You did much, you in my arms are kneaded.
You are my one joy and my biggest fear.
