Where's justice when you love your child,
And you have to watch them die?
Where's justice when your child is terminally ill,
And you have to watch them cry?

Under the cotton sheets in the hospital,
You watch a frail body sleep,
Under the operating table light,
Hope in your heart you keep.

The pills, the medicine, the therapy,
Your child takes to live maybe a year,
The screams, the tears, the pain,
And the knowledge you live in fear.

The morgue, the coffin, the funeral,
A place where maybe you'll cry,
The hospital, the room, the bed,
Where you watched your child die.

The grave, the tombstone, the writing,
Which made your child the one,
The flowers left there in love,
Can never bring back your son.

You see the grave in your head,
Then you see the rose,
The flower on his grave,
Is the only part of him that grows.

~ Shae Leigh
1993

This page hosted by Get your own Free Home Page