Our Son by Shyn2quiet

Sitting on window seat Seeing our son at peace As he sleeps hoping and Praying that he is Dreaming of sweet dreams He looks so small In that big bed of ours So relaxed and comfy I kiss him good night As you pick him up And take him to His own bed hoping And praying he stops There all night Until the sun rises in the sky As a new dawn begins But alas we both Know that he won't Stop in his own bed As he wakes in the night And he crawls back into Our bed, in between us Until the sun rises in the sky And a new day begins