[Mitch]

When I have a child, we will raise as one.
Never passing by without exclaiming love.
I'll let it touch the sky, help it make it up.
Tell it something nice whenever waking up.

I'll catch it when it falls, bandage up the scrapes.
Whenever it will call, I'll answer, come in haste.
Tell it it's my all, and that nothing's changed
if it has been wrong. Shelter it from Shame.

I'll sell it all our goals, until it finds its own.
We'll pelt the cars with stones, until the sirens moan.
I'll protect its scars with clothes, that stretch as far as lies
I let it onto more as it's stretching for the skies...

and then when it lifts the night, as high as one can take,
or when it emits a light, as bright as summer days,
I'll remember that it was I who supplied the gust and wings,
I'll measure within its pride, I'll try to suck the blame.