by Quinn Connally

In a shed, was the baby, surrounded by love
Too many gifts
Much less receiving
Too many stories
Much less truth
In a shed, was the baby, surrounded by love
Too many fights
Too few prayers Too many parts
Too few masses
In a shed, was the baby, surrounded by love
Too many toys
Much less giving
Too many kills
Much less help
In a shed, was the baby, surrounded by love