I have no children, to take my hand.
A promise made, a promise kept;
Laughter falls beneath my breath.
Tears stream down my face at night;
A hidden smile in dawning light.My heart breaks, captured by denial,
Hoping, praying, believing for a child.
Seasons come and seasons go,
Months fade to years as I grow old.Hearing laughter all around,
Faith is waiting to be found.
Is there hope, is there faith,
Is there a prayer to help me wait,Walking through the darkened place,
Finding a reason to run this race.
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