How amazing it would be
To have a baby, you and me.
To see that when the test is done,
There’s 2 lines instead of one.
It’s always ringing in my brain,
All these years of constant pain.
It’s hard to see the world go by,
When all these babies make you cry.
All these women with a bump,
In your throat you feel a lump.
But how can all this be?
When we’re infertile, you and me?