• Why?
    I know it's all you wanted,
    On Christmas Eve,
    I know,
    How bad you wanted to leave.

    I know,
    How much you missed her,
    But still,
    I feel so sad,
    I feel,
    Very little.
    The pain,
    Is starting to choke me,
    Wringing the tears out forcefully.

    It hurts,
    When I let myself know,
    Just how badly,
    This world was treating your soul.
    I understand,
    And I forgive you now.

    You died,
    Late christmas night,
    You waited,
    To see the youngest of your sons.
    And now,
    You are in Heaven,
    Living with Gramma again.