It should have been me in a wicker basket
My old torn and battered bed.
Being held by a father that loved me
Instead of wishing all my life I was dead.
It should have been me wrapped in love
By parents that truly cared.
Held in the arms of protection
Instead of living every day scared.
It should have been me with proud parents
Bragging of my wit.
Instead of hiding all my accomplishments
For fear of being hit.
It should have been me standing proud
Not wanting for anything.
Instead of crying every night alone
Not knowing what tomorrow would bring.
It should have been me with loving parents
Tucking me safely in at night.
It should have been me with a loving father
Trying his best to make everything right.
It should have been me with a loving mother
So proud to have me as her own.
It should have been me with supportive parents
I need them now I’m grown.
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