The green of the grass,
is harsh,
against the white of your skin.
Call to me,
if you can breathe.
Call to me,
if you're still you.
Open your eyes,
sweet little boy.
You knew mommy loved you,
so why did you run,
into their arms?
Couldn't you see,
the bites?
Sweet little boy,
you didn't know,
to look.
Do you remeber,
laughter?
Singing?
Rain on the roof?
Do you rememeber,
me?
Please,
stay,
just a little longer.
Fight the setting sun,
my sweet little boy.
