I dag ble vår lille bonus gutt lagt ned på minnelunden.
Det var godt å få tatt ett farvel. Da kan livet gå ett lite steg videre.
My mom is a survivor,
or so I heard it said.
But I hear her crying at night,
when all others are in bed.
I watch her lay awake
and go to hold her hand.
She doesn"t know I"m with her,
to help her understand.
But like the sands on the beachesthat
never wash away...
I watch over my surviving mom,
who thinks of me each day.
She wears a smile for others...
a smile of disguise.
But through heavens door
I see tears flowing from her eyes.
My mom tries to cope with death
to keep my memory alive.
But anyone who knows her,
knows thats her way to survive.
As I watch over my surviving mom
through heavens open door.
I try to tell her angels
protect me forever more.
But I know it doesnt help her
or ease the burden that she bears.
So if you get a chance to visit her
and show her that you care.
For no matter what she says...
no matter what she feels.
My surviving mom has a broken heart
that time wont ever heal