Somewhere there's a mother,
Who couldn't keep her head up.
Somewhere there's a child,
Who's mom gave up.
Somewhere there's a boy,
Who's heart has stopped beating.
A sister who cries,
Over her brother's leaving.
A mom who lost herself,
A father left grieving.
A world of turmoil,
No room, for hope or believing.
A world full of perpetual saddnes,
Where the cycle never ends.
A world so cruel,
To take your only friend.
Being a mom of a child with special needs, I often humble myself. I know my son's circumstances could be worse or even terminal. My heart and soul aches for the children we lose every year. They didn't ask to be here, they didn't ask to be made different, but they are. As human adults we all just find the humanity in is all to, never judge and understand the battle within each person you ever see/meet.