HEARTACHE
Days turn into weeks,
Weeks turn into months,
Months turn into years,
Still nothing can calm the pain,
The pain is like the tide coming in and never subsiding,
The pain of a child's death so sudden, so soon,
One day he was here and 3 months later gone...gone....gone...,
His name was Loganhe was born an angel and died one too,
There is a hole in my heartthat will always be there it will never be able to be filled,
Pain is something they say time will heal but, this is so agonizing that it's hard to bear.
HEARTACHE,
HEARTACHE,
is all i feel.
Weeks turn into months,
Months turn into years,
Still nothing can calm the pain,
The pain is like the tide coming in and never subsiding,
The pain of a child's death so sudden, so soon,
One day he was here and 3 months later gone...gone....gone...,
His name was Loganhe was born an angel and died one too,
There is a hole in my heartthat will always be there it will never be able to be filled,
Pain is something they say time will heal but, this is so agonizing that it's hard to bear.
HEARTACHE,
HEARTACHE,
is all i feel.
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