Not just skin deep.
Through the light reflected upon glass,
colours dance.
Another echo leads the song of one too many winds.
A child plays with leaves that fall,
laughter streaming through the morning.
Strings pull tighter,
wrapped around your heart it aches.
Droplets of summer rain slip down your eyes.
A candle lit within,
burning through memories.
The innocence that had yet to see the sun, you remember.
The excitement meant to be carried on, never took place.
The smiles, never played.
There was no one there for you to love.
No one you could hold, no one left to cry through the night.
You remember the joy you felt with his touch,
the sound of his breath a melody to your ears.
You laughed at the words you'd hear yourself whisper,
to the life in your arms.
But now he's gone.
Not a soul in sight when you glance at your arms.
No one to smile at,
no one to hold.
You're okay, that's what they would say.
They'd wrap an arm around you, tell you it'll be just fine.
He's always in your heart, they'd reassure.
But they don't know.
They don't realize how you yearn to see his precious smile.
Cradle his delicate body on your lap.
They don't know the part of you that will never be.
You're not okay.
Your pain is not just skin deep,
It goes further.
You hold the last of his memories close,
afraid of letting go.
Afraid to believe, he breathes no more.
colours dance.
Another echo leads the song of one too many winds.
A child plays with leaves that fall,
laughter streaming through the morning.
Strings pull tighter,
wrapped around your heart it aches.
Droplets of summer rain slip down your eyes.
A candle lit within,
burning through memories.
The innocence that had yet to see the sun, you remember.
The excitement meant to be carried on, never took place.
The smiles, never played.
There was no one there for you to love.
No one you could hold, no one left to cry through the night.
You remember the joy you felt with his touch,
the sound of his breath a melody to your ears.
You laughed at the words you'd hear yourself whisper,
to the life in your arms.
But now he's gone.
Not a soul in sight when you glance at your arms.
No one to smile at,
no one to hold.
You're okay, that's what they would say.
They'd wrap an arm around you, tell you it'll be just fine.
He's always in your heart, they'd reassure.
But they don't know.
They don't realize how you yearn to see his precious smile.
Cradle his delicate body on your lap.
They don't know the part of you that will never be.
You're not okay.
Your pain is not just skin deep,
It goes further.
You hold the last of his memories close,
afraid of letting go.
Afraid to believe, he breathes no more.