I Have Never Met You Megan

I have never met you Megan and it's unlikely that I will As you live in Mordialloc and I at Clifton Hill But I know a bit about you going by what your mother say You are active for an eight year old no rest for mum all day. I have never asked your mother what colour shade your hair Or if your eyes be blue or brown of such facts I'm not aware But I know you must look pretty, you'd have to be 'twould seem Just from looking at your mother the beautiful Christine. I've been told you have a handicap if there is such a thing But you live near to heaven's gate where joyful angels sing You will always have your innocence you will always be a child A sunlit rose of summer by elements unspoiled. You'll never suffer from depression or prolonged misery Or be burdened by life's problems of such weights you feel free Wish I were like you Megan but 'twas not meant to be As I feel crippled by the handicap of hyper sensitivity. I have never met you Megan and shook your tiny hand But I know what you must be like and I can understand One day you'll be an angel and sing your song of joy In blissful Land of happiness beyond the starry sky.