Every day i think of you, the pain just doesn't fade,
I wanted you home but the decision had been made,
You were twelve when they took you,
You were kidnapped by the States.
A part of me has gone with you, it can never be replaced,
If I saw you tomorrow would I even know your face?
At some point in the future you will know the truth,
Of how we fought for you throughout your youth
The tears we have shed, the ups and downs
They made a mistake and you paid the price
I have a few things left of you, kept in my heart
You were torn from your family we shouldn't be apart
11 hours ago
2 comments:
"To love is to be vulnerable. To love is to know pain. It is a hard lesson. Hate no one for your pain. It is the mark of one who loves. It is the mark of life."
:) xxx
When I feel pain at the loss of a loved one I view the pain as a reminder of my love, a reminder that I am alive, that no matter what I have the ability to feel the greatest gift known to humankind.
Hang on in there and take good care.
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