my youngest son died on christmas eve
i hope from a broken heart
at least that's what they think
when i asked you how it's going
you said "living the nightmare you know"
without knowing how pathetic it sounded
and i'll remember...
when we sat down by the riverbed
and we started to kiss
i felt mascara running down on my lips
when you taught me the beauty of wrath
though i'll never see the light of day in his eyes again
i can't stop imagining him sleeping by my side
i will miss him from time from time to time
but it easens the pain as the years pass by
but i'll remember...