If a baby could talk what would he say?

Would he tell us his mother's been beaten today?

That his father got angry and copes in that way?

Will the baby grow up thinking it’s completely okay?

Or maybe he’d say his mother came home late today

That she’s face first again in her pillow that way

The same way she does it every other day

A bottle in hand as her pain fades away

What if his dad can’t make money and mopes?

Would he tell him to get off his ass, make money, even if he has to sell dope?

Would he tell him his family needs him to stay?

That the gun and the bottle won't make his problems go away?

What if a baby saw daddy dancing around in mommy’s dresses?

Would the baby say, “Daddy, you’re pretty and restless!”

What if his sister makes herself throw up in the bathroom when mothers not home?

Would he tell her she’s not really alone?

If a baby saw his brother shooting up

Would the baby tell him to give it up?

Would he tell his brother to pee in a cup?

Maybe babies see more than they should

The evil, the simple, the complicated, the good

If only they could speak, if only they would

Nature or nurture, where’s the truth?

It lies on the tongue in the baby with no tooth

Maybe they’re the ones that have something to say

It’s a shame they’re unable to give the sin away

Will they grow up and talk away what they view?

Would they pretend like its something they never knew?

Would they bury it in themselves and keep it?

Would they never expose the publicly unseen secret?

If a baby could talk maybe he’d say

There’s a dirty little secret in every family today