I have never lost a child but I often wonder how anybody copes who has.
This statue is a representation of how it must feel to be a bereaved parent.
The words are how I can only imagine how it would feel.
I woke up from my sleep this morning
Which I did not want to do.
My days are nothing but nightmares now
And I don't want to make it through.
I make myself a coffee
As I look out to the sky
The cup now fills with tears
The coffee cup never runs dry.
I go back in my mind
And relive the times we shared.
I try to fill this empty hole
By grasping memories spared.
The hole can not be filled though,
And I don't know how to live.
Tomorrow shall be the same,
As I have nothing more to give.
I search everywhere for answers
Knowing there's none to find,
I long to close my eyes again
To put darkness to my mind.
I walk the streets of ignorance
My loss is their unknown.
I look upon all the children
As I cry for the loss of my own.
I have to go on living though,
With this great big empty space
It represents my love for you
As my heart it does replace.