Growing Days
dedicated to my daughter, I pray shes happy
by S. Bednarz, 1986

The pain is subsiding
Yes it is still there,
My daughter is crying
Yet she is not here.

I gave her away.
For someone to raise,
I gave up my rights,
To her growing up days.

I won't see her crawl.
I won't hear her talk.
I won't see her stumble,
As she tries to walk.

I can't kiss her wounds,
Or wipe away tears,
I gave up my rights,
To her growing up years.

I can't tell her stories,
As she lays in her bed,
I won't ever know,
The thoughts in her head.

I hope she'll be happy,
I hope she''ll be bright.
And she doesn't cry,
When they shut off the light.

I can't teach her words,
When she goes to school,
I can't soothe her heart,
When life is so cruel.

I can't cheer her up,
Or fill her with praise,
I gave up my rights,
To her growing up days.

I hope she will know,
Inside of her heart.
That I never wanted,
For us two to part.

But I had to do,
What I thought was best,
I had to put her,
Ahead of the rest.

My ears hear the cry,
My eyes see the tear,
My daughter is crying,
Yet she is not here.

She is gone from me now,
I am lost in a maze.
Because I gave up my rights,
To her growing up days