How do you love a person who never got to be?
Or try to envision a face you never got to see?
How do you mourn the death of one who never got to live?
There’s nothing to feel good about and nothing to forgive.
I love you, my little baby, and my companion of the night.
Wandering through my lonely hours, beautiful and bright.
What does it mean to die before you were ever born?
To live to lovely night of life and never see the dawn?
My little baby, you lived like anyone!
Life’s a burst of joy and pain, and then like yours, it’s done.
I love you, my little baby, just as if you’d lived for years.
No more, no less, I think of you, the angel of my dreams.
