• I lay in my bed thinking
    maybe I'm just here wrinkling
    Getting up is what I cannot
    as I am a baby in a cot

    In a hospital I am
    Surrounded by posters of spam

    My parents I never see
    Being inside a container is me
    knowing I may not live
    as a heart no one will give

    As a baby being surrounded
    I am always to be confounded
    Why wont anyone care
    as I am just about bare

    As the sun gets to rise
    I then hope for a surprise
    as a heart is what I need
    I can only hope the doctors will speed

    Awake for a day
    I think it'll be Ok
    A heart is found in time
    but not made in time for this rhyme

    I think I may have died
    or maybe I survived
    who knows, as I am just a baby.