When I hold her I often CAN'T let her go br She's s perfect, each perfection her own br I remember how we fought for her, for her to have life br To have a chance br I know I'm not her mom br She is not mine, just my responsibility br I see her mothers passion in her eyes br And her fathers humility in all she does br And I realise she's still not mine br I promised to be sincere in my thougths and have the honesty br to raise her as if she were my own br But shes not my own br And I look back to what I will never have and all that I lost br I remember the faith and dreams and hope I once had br and realise it just was not meant to be br I wasn't allowed that privellage for a reason br A reason foreign to me br ...