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