My mornings started with you
My mourning started with you
How do you mourn a live soul?
Are you dead my love?
I can't feel you my love...
I can't hear you my love...
Were we your reason of leaving your love?
I don't believe you hated us nor do we hate you
This you has hurts more than just you
Our son is mourning during his youth
I cannot tell him his feelings are not true
He wakes everyday now asking for you
What do I do? What can I say?
I'm mourning too but your mornings now began with her and you....
