I, a baby, have walked,
a long, thorny way
(more than I can say).
My tiny feet hurt.
Nobody believes my luck,
but they don't see
my life bleeds
just sorrow and disgrace.
Oh, baby, don't cry
—far away—
there's still light,
up in the distant sky,
on the white cotton clouds.
I, a baby, have walked
a long, shaky ground.
