I have asked so many times Why?
why did MY son have to die.
I will never know or understand,
why God came and took your hand.
He took you home and I sit in sorrow,
knowing there will not be that tomorrow
when you walk thru my door and I see your face,
and you wrap you arms around me with your embrace.
Sometimes I sit and wonder, Is it true?
Did God really take you?
How am I supposed to carry on
when the ache in my heart is so strong.
You brought me so much joy,
you were my only boy.
I treasure the years we got to spend,
I never dreamed so young it would end.
I know your in a better place,
but I wish that morning I could erase.
I would tell you, dont live so wild,
A part of me has died, I'm burying my child.
I LOVE YOU JAMES ALAN BARDOT~~~<3 MOMMA