In my heart I hold a picture and it’s been there for so long
A picture of a little girl and she’s calling me her mum
Now the doctors tell me different, they say it could never be
That I’d never be expectant of that little girl I see.

They tell me I have options
There is treatment or adoption
How can I put my faith in these
When My Shattered Dream is all my mind sees

I see mothers all around, a lot younger than me
I see mothers, that are not fit to be
I see alcoholic fathers that beat upon there wives
The children seeing all and it wastes away their lives

I’m sorry I took for granted what I thought came naturally
I feel empty and deprived of my motherhood to be
I feel lost and unsure of what my future will now hold
I’m sorry that I’ll never get to treat my little girl like gold.