Comments Inbox
| |
Another Place
A different address, a different place
While we’re still running, they’ve finished the race
They’re resting in peace with God above
But we’re left crying for our undying love
At the moment of conception, you were ours to hold
But nobody knew what the future would hold
Every year comes around, the month of May
We’re left empty- handed on Mother’s Day
No body to love that we can see of feel,
But the fact still remains, the baby was real
Are we less of a woman? Are we less of a mother?
If out children were here, they would want no other
They’re no less our babies, cause we don’t see their face
They’re just at a different address, in a different place
|
|
|