We are young, heartache to heartache we standNo promises, no demandsLove is a battlefield.We are strong, no one can tell us were wrongSearchin our hearts for so long, both of us knowingLove is a battlefield.
"How much do babies cost?" said he the other night upon my knee. And then I said: "They cost a lot. A lot of watching by a cot. A lot of sleepless hours and care. A lot of heart-ache and despair. A lot of fear and trying dread, and sometimes many tears are shed in payment for our babies small, but every one is worth it all.edgar guest