How many tears must I cry
How many times will I ask why
How many times will I lie awake
With thoughts of you I can not shake
How do I explain what I don't understand
How you took your life with your own hand
How do you tell your friends that don't know
You look the same to them the pain doesn't show
They can't see the inside of you heart
How it was shattered and torn apart
For now I am left with this terrible fate
I had found my son and I was to late
All I can hope is that God up above
Will welcome him with all his love
How many times will I look for a sign
Something at all to just ease my mind
How many times will I ask why
Every single day to the day I die
For this I am destined and must believe
There is nothing else that I could conceive
Author: Robert Walters Sr.
