He is holding your son
His work here is done
I know it feels like a gun
To your chest but it was for the best
As you cry and cry i will stand by your side
And wipe the tears from your eyes
When your ready he will call you home where you can run to your son
And your job will be done...

As we go down to the creek
Our souls cold and bleak
The rocks don't move not even blink
The moss is turning into frost
Because my cold bare feet just touched the bottom

Oh my Annabel Lee
How you dazzle in the kingdom by the sea
Whenever they took you away my eyes were blank
Now I sit in silence by your sepulchre by the sea
In her tomb by the sounding sea

She had her wars behind her face where she often ends up in a horrible place, when you look into her eyes you can tell she's dying inside ...

Just a simple look in her face and send you into a horrible place your wars are nothing compared to hers in her case there's nothing to cure