Your chest rises and falls,
I'm here, my little child.
I'll give my breath to you,
Be healthy; sleep in peace.

Your struggle is my own,
I'll ease your troubled mind,
And fight this fight for you,
As often as you need.

This war is not our last,
There will be many more,
In Heaven and on Earth,
Together, you and me.

Your Father, he will pray,
Your Mother, she will say,
'Father, have your own way,
But give my son to me!'

And I will answer them,
Touch your chest with my hand,
Command your lungs expand,
Until you learn to breathe.

© Craig Wann