I've been doing a lot of thinking recently.
I've been doing a lot of acting, and searching, and analyzing...
In fact, I'm not sure of you coming over here yet.
Haze, pollution, hate...
I had actually picket two or three possible names but...
I guess they'll just stay sitting there... For the time being.
I dislike what I see, this is definitely not the world I wanted to show you.
I don't want you to find all this;
I don't want you to blame God for being born in the middle of this noisy commotion.
Time will tell.
However, if you ever come to this world, if I ever have the chance to hold you up
in my arms, be very sure I have always waited and dreamed about you... All my life.
So if you ever grow up and don't like what you see in this world:
Don't blame God.
Don't blame us...
Be strong, fight, and make this world a better place to live.
You have the power to do so.
I believe in you, I don't need to know you. I love you very much, considering you have not
come to this world yet.
We will always love you.
