Go ahead and mention my child,
the one that died, you know.
Don't worry about hurting me further,
the depth of my pain doesn't show.
Don't worry about making me cry,
I'm already crying inside.
Help me heal by releasing
the tears that I desperately hide.
I'm hurt when you just keep silent,
pretending it doesn't exist.
I’d rather you mention my child,
knowing that she's dearly missed.
You ask me how I'm doing,
I say "pretty good" or "fine".
But healing is something ongoing
I feel it will take a lifetime.
If I could have a lifetime wish,
a dream that would come true,
I'd give my all, my everything
to live my life with you.
A thousand words won’t bring you back,
I know, because I've tried.
And neither will a thousand tears,
I know, because I've cried.
You left behind a broken heart
and happy memories, too.
But I never wanted memories,
I only wanted you...