How do you deal with a pain
that won’t quit,
One that no matter how hard
You still don’t know how to deal with
When you have to constantly look at an
The one that held your son, who is
no longer there.
My son usually got home every
day at a quarter to four,
But not after this
day, he would return no more.
I called the
school my son went to, “Was he being kept after
“Had he done something wrong, had he
broken a rule?”
Well, the school didn’t seem to
have any answers for me,
Not any they wanted to
share with me, that was plain to see.
out looking to see if I could find him,
each moment that passed my hopes grew more
Where was he, he wasn’t at the corner
I raced home, hoping to see him when I
went through the door.
I waited and waited and
I was looking out the front window,
Then I saw
this light blue car drive by real slow.
started screaming and crying because inside my
heart I knew,
They were coming to see me and my
I sat down on the couch trying to
But there was no peace this day for
me to be found.
The front door opened real wide
and a priest walked in,
I knew right away but I
still looked up at him.
I said begging, “No,
Father, please don’t let it be.”
He said, “Yes,
my child, I am so sorry.”
I tried to get up,
somehow I had to get away,
But when I did the
room began to sway.
By now the dreadful news it
was all over the TV,
My pain there, the loss of
my child, for the whole world to see.
sometimes when something does not seem quite
And you don’t know exactly how you are
suppose to feel.
Everything around you is put
into slow motion,
How are you suppose to deal
with all of this emotion.
God spared me of
seeing all of this played out on TV
on every news broadcast very plain for all to
In the morning paper there in great big
“A Child And A Train”, was what it
What the words read to me was, my child
Just ten days before this I had woke
up in a terrible sweat,
From a really bad
nightmare one I wanted to forget.
It was this
very scene here being completely played out,
me calling my Dad and to tell him what my call was
All the days that followed I don’t know
how I made it through,
I had no idea what I was
suppose to do.
I kept waiting and hoping my Dad
or someone would say,
“Wake up, are you going
to sleep all day?”
The advice that just might
help you make it through,
If this is something
you must face too.
When anyone you love starts
to go out the front door,
Grab yourself a hug
or a kiss, you may never see them
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