An empty cradle lies,
A broken heart cries.
Empty arms wait,
For what was the due date.
But it was not to be,
You left us too early.
And, because I cannot hold you,
The dreams I had, I hold on to.
Such a shame that you were never born,
A reality that I wake up to every morn.
I can’t help but think of the memories we lost,
A tragedy that creeps over my heart like bitter frost.
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 6:51 PM UTC
An empty cradle lies,
A broken heart cries.
Empty arms wait,
For what was the due date.
But it was not to be,
You left us too early.
And, because I cannot hold you,
The dreams I had, I hold on to.
Such a shame that you were never born,
A reality that I wake up to every morn.
I can’t help but think of the memories we lost,
A tragedy that creeps over my heart like bitter frost.