I Do

And when his tiny head emerged from hair

And folds of skin

I thought to myself if he only knew

He would climb right back in

I do

Now that my blushing bride has done

What she was born to do

It's time to bury dreams

And raise a son to live vicariously through

The sperm swims for the egg

The finger for the ring

If I could take one back

I know what it would be