When violence takes away your children........ |
They arrive, the little bundles of joy They are your heart, your soul As sleep overcomes them in those early days You lay them down, yet stay by the door to watch They are your heart, your soul You teach them to walk, and talk You teach them to laugh and cry You teach them to love and respect They are your heart, your soul They grow. You send them off to school. Yet you still stand by the door to watch They are your heart, your soul Their childhood passes. You continue to teach Values, beliefs, good and evil, right and wrong They are your heart, your soul The day comes when you teach but they no longer learn You watch them spread their wings and move on Yet you still stand by the door and watch. They are your heart, your soul They make choices, good and bad They choose paths you might not have You try to teach in the hopes that some day they will hear They are your heart, your soul Then that one-day arrives when all the choices are taken away to walk and talk, to laugh and cry to love and respect – all taken away As they are laid to rest that one last time You stand by the door and watch They are your heart, your soul Ritz |