Tonight he cries for you,
So hard to let him go. Is it the right thing to do?
Will we ever know? We wonder and we doubt
And we leave him and we cry
Because we know he'll ask the question: why?
And so do we. Angrily.
Is justice done just because a mother gets her son?
Mother, father, sister, brother
We've been all these and also others.
And now we're sad and mad, and well, maybe done.
Tonight he'll cry for you
And you won't be there to hold him in your arms.
But you can hold him, in your heart,
And in your thoughts, and prayers.
And we can hold each other in our tears.
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