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Created on: September 20, 2011
The day my world "almost" stopped
Funny, the day is going to change my life forever, I never knew
The sun was bright and warm, my son was all I live for
It had been his Birthday, thirteen, so filled with happiness and life
Just father and son, not his many friends, he wanted to be with dad,
I could not have been more proud to just hold his hand,
Now almost a man, I just cried with laughter, tears of true love
We were going to build something together, just father and son
You would have thought he was given the most amazing gift, it was only my love
It was than, my heart stopped, the world, my breath, my hopes, it all stopped
My son was laying motionless under the car that had just hit him
I screamed, like never before, a sound that was not human
A vision, no parent should ever witness, I was destroyed, twisted into a nightmare
But this was not a dream, I wouldn't wake up and it would all go away
I pushed the car off my son, praying the driver wouldn't keep moving
And than the Angel appeared, lifting my son, I witnessed two bodies
One laying still on the ground, and one in the arms of the Angel
When the body on the ground vanished, my son was on the side of the road
A miracle, he survived, no human explaination, he and I were together
My life has forever been changed, I still don't know how a parent feels to lose their child
The Angel was with us that day, my love for life is greater than ever, and the tears are really of Joy
My heart, my prayers, my understanding is not enough, the day it all stops, the love will never die
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