Hold my hand or I cant sleep
Im afraid you'll go away
We watch Smuther's brothers
It was Tuesday night
1969 the 1st of May
Awoken by the white clad crew
pulling a sheet over a gurney
told me to go back to sleep
My daddy face was trembling
Ran downstairs house full of strangers
Your sister was just sobbing
I called your name repeatedly
What happened to my Mommy?
They said you went to be with god
he needed some good people
I didnt cry cause big girl dont
I thought that was the deal
Be good as gold as mommy says
Be someone she'd be proud of
Maybe god will give her back
6th birthday was a no show
Not a day goes by I dont mourn
for the mothers love I missed
the memories and love instilled
were geniunely best.
Suicide kills those left behind
to wallow in dispair
To cry the tears for all their yrs
And to rush their own dimise
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