Parents For a Week
Parents for a week
Over before it starts
Hopes and dreams washed away by blood
Leaving two broken hearts
How will we remember you
Twenty years from now?
The false start, a minor tug at the heart?
Or the last shot at happiness,
A tragic work of art?
Farewell little one, we'll bid you farewell
Your spotless soul's bound for heaven
As this world descends into hell
Copyright © Kevin Mcallion | Year Posted 2009
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