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The Unborne Soldier

Walking silently to the river of thought
carrying a mystic child
The expecting mother
Swaggers with intense confusion

Who will my son be?
Who will he love?
Who will love him?
Love him like I do

Will he be healthy?
Will he be smart?
Will he allow me
Access into his heart?

A mothers touch is
what I'll give him
But does he want it?
Will he even feel it?

Can I warm him on
A cold winter's night
Will he hear me
When I call to him?

Will he see me
when I show him?
My son, the one I
Hold in my womb

My son whose
Father's been doomed
My son pathaetes
For whom I love

My son pathaetes
What holds for him?

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