Sunset is drawing near,
Tomorrow is almost here,
Tomorrow is a new day,
Will I still miss him here
As long as the sun sets and rises,
I will always ache for him, miss him, cry for him, and yearn to hold him again.
Tomorrow is almost here,
Will tomorrow be the day?
Like his name written in the sand
And washed away by the ocean.
So be the tears that I cry by the sun setting on my day.
She carries such a heavy heart, her tears will often flow,
Seems everyone's avoiding her, seems no-one wants to know!
Her grief she carries all alone, nobody seems to care,
Or help her ease this burden, this burden she must bear.
Her baby has just left her, but where, where did he go?
Why did he have to leave so soon, and will she ever know?
A mother's grief's a lonely path, she only wants her child,
For other's understanding, their love, if only mild!
To talk of her lost baby, acknowledge her real pain,
To tell her life will soon be bright, she'll see her child again,
For he has gone to Heaven, an Angel up above,
Where there's no tears or dying, just great eternal love.
Try understand this mother's grief, praise God it was not you
That lost your precious, wanted child, for he was wanted too!
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