My world is shattered,
I just can't conceive,
The Lord called Kaysee in his arms,
And I am left to grieve.
His young life was cut short,
No answers I can find.
I sit and pray everyday,
Dear Lord please change your mind.
Please give me back my nephew,
Pease help him live again.
He has so much potential,
He has yet to become a man.
There's lots he has to learn in life,
There's so much he doesn't know.
If you could just bring him back to me,
I'll give you my very soul.
Copyright © Dianna Duplessie | Year Posted 2019
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