Tiny's dear

All the things Tiny planned were fading away
About this strange news were no words to say
Only the search for a way will stay

Tiny knows there's a child growing in her womb
She knows that she's to keep it, calls it doom
She hopes a room will loom

Chorus I:
She starts to doubt
Want to breakout and tries to shout
But no one wants to hear, it's only Tiny's dear
She needn't fear

The smile of her son now enriches her world
The early anxiety has turned
Tiny has learned and earned

Chorus II:
She's standing on her own
Living with her child alone and calls it home
It's still a game but every day the same
She feels no shame