to a mother that i wish never to meet

in my arms was an angel i never had
for her memory i sing a ballet to our lord
that this flower didn't belong to this cruel world
mistakenly fallen form the heavens above
when time heals it will heal the good and the bad
but cherish in love that you have

in your arms was an angel that didn't belong here
so punishing your soul and burdening her with tears
that wouldn't heal this wound
its not your mistake it was not your choice
life is a gift that is granted to few
death is also gift that unwraps the bitter truth

but to feel your alone is not right
in your every step you would find a hand
loosing hope is like to think the sun wont rise
another day would come if you agree or not
by clouding your eyes you may not be able to see
how things would change.. a mother's heart is of steel
no one would truly understand how you really feel
its your burden to bear and to rise above and heal