My someday coming child
I name and I re-name you
I make up memories for you
Of melodies and friends
From books I wanted to give you
And horse and buggy sounds outside
But of the someday coming world
I don't know, I don't know
There is so much I would keep you from
If I, if I could
The heroes, selfish fools
They only want their freedom
The hero-maker's greed prevails
And we are all shock numb
And watch the shock increasing
And shame is something old, outgrown
Oh, maybe you won't see
My too self-conscious stumblings
My running from the phone
My fears
Because I can be very strong
Say I can, say I can
There is so much to believe in
There are angel words to teach you
There is hope, my daydream child