After Losing a child everyone moves, on but you.
A Lonely Road, where everyone moves on but us
∑ Our lives are changed forever
∑ Our cries goes unheard
∑ We no longer think the same
∑ We no longer talk the same
∑ We no longer walk the same
I look in the mirror and I donít even know who I am. The pain is hidden but I see the hurt in my eyes, I see a tear that is waiting to fall. I heard a footstep so it couldnít fall because I needed to be strong for someone else. Why do I feel I have to be strong when the world is sitting on top of me. It hurts can I cry, I guess not again I must run and hide from the world. When will I be able to let go of the pain that is killing me. I tried I canít. I need to the tell someone how bad it hurt to lose a child, that someone I need to tell already knows, but I canít go to him right now.