Yesterday by Iel

sábado, 11 de junho de 2016

My son would Love to be here

I would love him to be here too
Today we sing piano songs
But  he is not playing
We are here with wonderful visits that he would love
He would play for them
I miss my son like no other people do
But I keep living, laughing, crying and singing
Living is now different
Laughing does not have the same happiness as before
Crying has always him
Singing is not that good as with him
But I keep trying
I do not visit places I used to
I got traumas that I prefer not to face
I don’t want to hurt myself
Life is beautiful anyway
So beautiful that made me have my son!

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