Who Would Know
Who would know
When the baby lay
In her slumber
In her small white bed
That I would cry
And I would hate?
Who would know
I would learn
At fifteen years
Life's twisted logic
From her closed eyes
And still chest?
Who would know
My only act
Of tender love
For the baby
Would be a kiss
And a goodbye?
Who would know
That little kiss
Would make a promise
To be my best
And live my life
In greatness?
Who would know
That little baby
Would be my light
Would seal my fate
To go for gold
To be myself?