by Merrie Root

Created on: April 13, 2009   Last Updated: April 14, 2009

It isn't the way that it's suppose to be

my painful past, that's haunting me.

The call that took my world away

and shattered me that fateful day.

Two officers standing at my door

with pain in their eyes I couldn"t ignore

"We must tell you with regret and dread."

"We're sorry but, your son is dead."

That just can't be, he's twenty nine!

I just saw him, he is fine.

"we're sorry mam but, it is true.

"Is there someone we can call for you?"

No, I must go and see my son

Today his baby will turn one.

"We can not allow you over there."

"We know this news is much to bear,

"but we found him hanging from a rope

with a note that says he just can't cope."

It's not the way it's suppose to be

my painful past keeps haunting me.

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