It was morning on September 9,
That's the day i lost my mind.
How could this be,
happening to me.
My wife, my son, my baby girl,
2 years old and bouncing curls.
Why would he,
take them away from me?
When you lose the ones you love so much.
Nothing seems to matter much.
You keep asking,"Where'd i go wrong?
And even on your brightest day,
the clouds they turn your blue to grey.
Then, your shining light,
Is gone.
She was my wife of seven years,
through the laughter and the tears.
Through the maybe's,
and the babies.
Next, it was my only son.
He wanted to grow up and run,
for president.
God, he was heaven sent.
I'd tuck them in, kiss them goodnight.
They would wake at morning's light.
but that's gone,
and, i'm all alone.
And,as the final casket's closed,
I have no one there to hold.
And their shining light,
Is gone.
And there she is, my little girl.
My light, my whole world.
Never got a start,
final piece of my heart.
I would sit and hold her tight.
In my arms till' morning's light.
Nothing will replace,
soft skin on my face.
As people stand and say goodbye,
I ask god,"Why, Oh why,
did you take three,
should've been me".
And now i'm here in the dark,
with the broken pieces of my heart.
And, my shining lights,
are gone.
