Life's To Short
I sit in the back wandering, wandering why we are all here
He was so young, this can't be
They cry has they walk by. There must be some mistake,
he was only three
There are pictures of family and friends, flowers all around
There are on dry eyes, there are none to be found
As it's my turn to walk by, I notice his little shirt, I think of my own
baby and how life's to short
I get home, I kiss my daughter and hold her tight. When I put her to bed
I tell her, "I love you," every single night
Copyright © Tina Vanhoosier | Year Posted 2006
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