I hear the cry of my unborn child
There’s a yearning in me-
Do I surrender the right?
All I want, it’s so clear now
The simple things, the simple things
They say they are the most delightful
I surrender with words but
My heart still yearns
For arms around me and a passion to burn
A flame to flicker for that one precious soul-
Is that so wrong?
The simple things, the simple things
They say they are the most delightful
