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.
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