Gray and gloomy, dreary and wet
A good book and my pjs and I'm all set
Curled up on the couch and wrapped in a blanket
My kids right beside me, how much better could life get
They snuggle in tight and drift off to sleep
Angelic little faces, so beautiful I weep
My life before them, had no meaning
But then they were born andI thought I was dreaming
Was it possible to be this happy?
Was it possible to love someone this much?
My heart felt as if it would burst
How can I explain it
How can I tell you
Unless you've been there, it's too abstract to understand
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