Dedication To Mothers That Lost a Son

As my baby boy walks home a single gunshot and god angels calls him home. As he sit upon his throne, his angel wings laced in chrome. His spirit comforts me, as a moth in a cocoon. Taken away from me way to soon. At first touch, I'm my son first love. My son died without a chance to live, resting in heaven from another man's sins. My son physical body might be gone, but his spirit will forever live on. Every time my son smiles the sun rays pour out. Sending love upon us, reminding us how much he loves us. Until the day we meet again, in God I trust.