R.I.P.
I can't get my mother out of my head.
Every line I hear is something she said.
I miss her even more when I go to bed.
I miss her singing our song,
I haven't stopped mourning since she's been gone.
Without her I feel so alone,
Without her,our house is no longer a home.
Watching her as she laid breathless,
My whole body became hurt and restless.
My eyes filled up with tears,
as I was standing over my one true fear.
I rapped my arms around her and cried some more,
then asked god"what he do this for"?
Deep down I knew it was time
for her to walk through that door.
It doesn't change that each day,
I miss her more and more.
All I can do is try to carry on,
and try to be strong,and learn to
live my life while she moves on.
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