grieving parents
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My heart It's scorned, my heart it's tornI yearn the essence of your baby skin,I lay,I dwell,It hurts like hell,why did it have to be this way?baby steps, baby steps, baby steps, It's how we all learn, mistakes do fall upon us like the shooting st
I did not choose to lose you
To let you go violently into
That good night.
I did not choose for my heart to stop
When yours did
When paramedics covered you up
And stopped trying
Why? Can you tell me why?
My heart is crushed, sad, blue
My heart and arms are aching
To hold and be with you
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I close my eyes and think of how
You brought such joy to me
