The chain of pain
I have no explanations, nor the reasons why.
I'll I do is pray, sit still and watch myself cry.
I pray for my own angel, as she left us way too soon.
In day she's near the sun, at night near the moon.
I wonder if they've accepted her, and if she's made friends
I think about the others and how it never ends.
I pray for other's angels' and somewhat feel their pain.
I want them to know they are not the only one's walking down memory lane.
Each story is different, and they all are very sad.
Some of them I hear about, are enough to make me mad.
Today, when I saw your angel, my heart broke, again.
I don't even know you, but I, too, miss him.
Just a little note to let you know Matthew's in my heart, still. Close