What can I say that will describe him? How do I begin to let go? He just lies there in a box right beside me, Weather or not he forgave me, I guess I'll never know.
I'm sorry, little one, I'm sorry! Sorry I couldn't help you fight back. Sorry you had to die at the age of 6. Sorry I couldn't be right beside you, When your world turned black.
I know you were scared, little one, My father wouldn't lie about that. I can only wish it didn't hurt you, But I don't really know, I don't have a way to prove that a fact.
I'm sorry, little one, I'm sorry! Sorry I couldn't help you fight back. Sorry you had to die at the age of 6. Sorry I couldn't be right beside you, When your world turned black.
Willow--Rosenburg · Thu Mar 16, 2006 @ 05:27pm · 0 Comments |