We Fight Together


Me and My Unborn Child or We Fight Together


In the beginning, I was sick and tired

My body was changing, unwillingly

For some reason it did not desire

Desire to veer oh so suddenly


But on the inside there was a struggle

A struggle, a crave for life oh so dear

A wanting to forever be snuggled

Wishing to be held very close and near


Hardships and problems and so close to death

Made that body, that person want that life

Many tears about a life with no breath

Makes an obsession for his little rife


Problems and problems, they say, forever

Obstacles? Yes, but we fight together