I would take a pace, I never had should.
As I scream, any patient on my way I'll push
Mother! Mother!!
Your baby who was dead, now lives with you
For a moment, her world will be paused
Her heart beat will be heard, like the sound of a drum.
She will be weighed down with joy,
For her baby who left, now has return.
I still hope for this moment, though it will never come.
Every now and then, I'm filled with this thought
I sometimes exhibit an expression of my imagination,
That the baby long gone, did return.
A nurse wishing to turn back the hands of time
