She is just another mother with an aching for her son,
He is just another number, one more victim of the gun.
Gone, before the world prepared her for her son to go away,
Taken quickly, without warning, on an ordinary day.
Just one day like any other, for the one's whose cares are few...
A day of darkness for the mother, who must start her life anew,
Traveling lone, along life's pathway, future plans like wreckage lay...
Old aged comfort gone before her, left alone to find her way.
She is just another mother with an aching for her son,
He is just another number, one more victim of the gun.