The day I found I was pregnant was a happy day for me,
I just knew in my heart a son it would have to be.
Then I saw him on the screen, my wish did come true,
I thought he'd be blond with beautiful eyes of blue.
I waited and waited and to see my little boy,
I have to say my heart was overflowing with joy.
Then it happened with only four weeks to go,
My son stopped moving, I was so scared to go...
I went to the hospital with my eyes full of tears,
"Please don't let it be my worst of fears."
They told me that my son had died,
I went into hysterics and cried and cried and cried.
How could this happen, how could this be?
This was my boy that God gave to me.
I gave birth the very next day,
I prayed for a miracle that he'd be okay.
He was just as I thought, blond and blue-eyed,
But he didn't move and oh how I cried.
They let me hold him one last time,
I wanted to hear, "He'll be just fine."
I hugged him and kissed him and gave him away,
I didn't know what to do or what to say.
One thing helps me that I have found,
He is safe with my Lord, safe and sound.
San Antonio, Texas, USA