My Mom left me at thirteen
I can remember the day; she went
And the atmosphere all around
I can still smell; the fresh dirt from the ground
I can remember my black dress
And the red rose in my hair
Pain threw out my family; tears
The pain and hurt we all share
The wind running threw my fingertips
Feeling the presents of my angel
Touching my shoulder; crying
But slowly it starts to fade; her presents dieing
Feeling the tears run down my cheek
Hearing the vicar welcome her to heaven
Standing far away from the open hole
I feel that its not time; to say goodbye to her soul
Its not time to let her go; shes still alive
My family walk home to mourn over the loss
Leaving me with my rose and thoughts
The pain of her not there; it still haunts
Placing the rose her grave; next to her name
I can't believe shes actually gone away
But i know in my mind; the truth real
That inside my heart; her warmth i feel
Turn and walk away; join the rest
Cannot face going back again; pain
I know shes not there; but at home
When ever I'm lieing in bed; I'm not alone
20 Years later; married with two children
Life and beauty; my will to live
Holding their hands; i show were Grandma really is
Kneeling down feeling the wet in my knees the ground i kiss
Looking up at my Mothers grave
Its watching my heart break in two
I still can't believe she gone; dead
But the rose on the grave is still glowing red
Picking it up; the rose turns black
The petals fall to the floor
Now its Moms time to leave; Gods gate
Just a shame, its to late
