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Morning is always beautiful and clean.
If you ever saw it you’d know what I mean.
I’m sorry you’ll never see the shimmering sun,
Nor will you ever have fun.
You’ll never feel the sand below your little feet,
Nor will you ever taste the savoury flavor of meat.
I’m sorry your life had to end before it began,
And we will never bury you below the land.
We had a choice,
This is true,
But all I heard was his voice,
It was him or you.
I’ll never get to see your smile,
Or miss you when you’re gone for a while.
I’ll never get to hear your laugh,
My poor little calf.
I’ll never get to support you in all you do,
I’ll never get to heal your boo-boo.
We’ll never get to sing or dance,
I’ll never see the holes in your pants.
Imagine all the moments we’ve missed,
All the days we could’ve spent.
Tiny shoes are meant for tiny feet,
The love we’d share would not be beat.
If only you knew,
How much I loved you,
I’m sorry I chose my pride over you.