Broken Soul
As the tears stream down my face
knowing no one will ever take your place
my heart breaks for the ones who know my pain
cuz this pain hurts like hell, and they will never be the same
your child is not suppose to die before you
They were suppose to to grow old, and had many things left to do
loosing a child is the worst pain you could ever feel
so you wake up every morning..hoping it was a bad dream, that it wasn't real
but then reality comes crashing in
and then all the tears start flooding your face again
sometimes you cry so hard you just can't breathe
screaming at God "why did you do this to me?"
as we look in that coffin and stare upon their face
we wished God would swap our place
i don't think i will ever heal from this
Living my life with such remiss