16 July 2003
I want to be the father of your child,
The fruit we made and you carry inside.
Everybody knows you belong to me,
We belong to each other until eternity.
At this poor age we both do understand.
You lead the way as we hold our hands.
Wherever and anywhere you will go,
I’ll be watching you and I know you know.
I know that nine months is too long,
But as time goes, love really goes strong.
No matter the baby is a girl or a boy,
As long as our family is filled with joy.