My Grown Up Baby

I was a child when she was born
There were roads I had not worn
It's no excuse, but I had reason
And my love didn't bloom in season

It's not money, but love I send
May Christ heal what could've been
And my prayers to bury
the burden we carry

My grown up baby
she looks like me
Has my eyes and I cannot see
Where I fit in the hole in her heart.

Melanie Evans 2001