You're just a small bump unborn
In four months you're brought to life.
You might be left with my hair
But you'll have your mother's eyes.
I'll hold your body in my hands,
Be as gentle as I can
But for now you're a scan of my unmade plans.
A small bump, in four months you're brought to life.
And I'll wisper quietly
I'll give you nothing but truth.
If you're not inside me
I'll put my future in you.
You are my one, and only.
You can wrap your fingers round my thumb
And hold me tight.
You are my one, and only.
You can wrap your fingers round my thumb
And hold me tight.
And you'll be alright.
You're just a small bump unknown
And you'll grow into your skin.
With a smile like hers
And a dimple beneath your chin.
Finger nails the size of a half grain of rice.
And eyelids closed to be soon opened wide.
A small bump, in four months you will open your eyes.
And I'll hold you tightly
And tell you nothing but truth.
If you're not inside me
I'll put my future in you.
You are my one, and only.
And you can wrap your fingers round my thumb
And hold me tight.
Oh, you are my one, and only.
You can wrap your fingers round my thumb
And hold me tight.
You will be alright.
You can lie with me,
With your tiny feet.
When you're half asleep,
I will leave you be
Right in front of me,
For a couple weeks
So I can keep you safe.
Cos you are my one, and only.
You can wrap your fingers round my thumb
And hold me tight.
You are my one, and only.
You can wrap your fingers round my thumb
And hold me tight.
And you will be alright.
You were just a small bump unborn
For four months then torn from life.
Maybe you were needed up there
But we're still unaware as why.
