I always thought that i would leave me behind, in some sort of way.
My children would continue to tell the stories of my life.
I have no children who will speak for me.
That empty void hard to fill.
I pray at night and ask why?
Is it right and fair for a man to be childless?
Despise the people who have and don't care.
My head pity's my heart and my heart ignores me.
Are they children talking to me or is life mocking me?
Comfort and embrace me, not choke and kill me.
Which is more important my death or a child being born?
Raise me high and remember me, because no one can speak for me.

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