Living without my son.
Crying for help I start screaming.
Gasping for air, I’m not breathing.
Without my son, I keep grieving.
Praying for answers, I’m believing.
Why must he lie? It’s intriguing.
Time with my child he keeps stealing.
He couldn’t imagine what it is I’m feeling.
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