A few (hysterical) words

Dearest child

I saw you, I held you in my arms,
Since then, I wish no harms
Ever go your way.
Every word I utter, say,
Should be devoted to you,
Express how my love is true
-my child, my dearest, my bird.

I desire to give you everything
While you stay under my safe wing
-sunshine and golden sand,
Dearest, give me your hand
And I'll navigate through the storm
From the tilted stage to flat platform
-my child, my dearest, my bird.

I sit in bed wide awake late at night,
The empty house doesn't feel right
-I should be putting you to sleep
With a lullaby, nothing too deep
To confuse your sunlit young mind
Where miracles are common to find.
My child, my dearest, my bird.

Without your presence,
I'm torn, lacking my life's essence
And nothing could lift my spirits.
I need you and your eight-year-old wits
To bring me cheerful laughter,
Happiness to linger long after.
My child, my dearest, my bird.

I wanted to make you fly,
I fought to destroy every lie
That could threaten you joy
So you'd stay so angelic and coy.
Now, there's not a trace
Of your painfully familiar face,
My child, my dearest, my bird.

For me, it seems, you're lost,
I've paid the fatal cost.

My child, my dearest, my bird.

My child, my dearest, my bird.