In the park were I dwell,
missing my mom whom I loved so well.
I fought with my mother earlier that night,
not a word to each-other for the rest of the night.
I awoke that night with fear in my heart,
but soon my life would crumble apart.
I had to be strong, I could do no wrong,
for the one I could turn to was already gone.
Not a word was said, not a sound was made,
the only thing I noticed was there how she laid.
No life in her eyes, no breath in her lips.
The good die first, and that is the truth.
My mother is in heaven and there is nothing I can do.
So dig her grave, dig it deep.
Marble stone from head to feet, and put a
dove up above, to show the world she died being loved.
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