My Child's Pain My Own
My Child's Pain My Own Mommy, Mommy, come and see. I've fallen down and skinned my knee. I'm coming honey I hear your cries. A kiss and a bandaid, now dry your eyes. You made it all better. I knew that you could. Whenever I'm hurting, you make me feel good. My son what's the matter, why do you hang... Sign in to see full entry.