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I will never be able to hold you
Like I dreamed of doing so
Little toes and tiny fingers
Will never be mine to hold dear.

You are the fourth in the line
Yet I only have one.
The two were taken away so soon
Only in you, I was allowed to mourn.

From day one, there’s only the two of us
Alone to fight and fight to survive
I was told you were having a hard time
But I pray that you will hold on to be fine.

Oh, Baby, I am so sorry
Mama was not able to keep you
Papa God has made plans for you
With Him in heaven, you will play.

The day I was told you were gone
T'was raining hard, my tears were drowned
The Doc said I should be happy
I had an angel so far away.

I dreamed before and I dreamed after
Of you and of what you will be then
Though I never was able to hold you tight
I saw you with curly hair and dressed in white.

My Baby, please remember
Your mama love you so dear
I will always keep you near
Deep in my heart, forever.