Published by: A.D. Mariano
Our arms are empty. Our souls are tired.
Our hearts are heavy and faith feels old.
The world sees us as selfish, too
For we desire a child to hold.
We've read the books and heard opinions
And endured the loss of hope,
While those around us have the nerve
To advise us how to cope.
We've seen the pros and followed charge
We've thought we'd never do,
And yet the crib stays empty
And we feel empty too.
I don't know where this road goes
As we treat it with much fears
That we will wind up heartbroken
With a cradle full of tears.