A sons prayer

Everyday and to her gravestone
i pray and ask her
why she left me alone

god has a destination
for everyone
but did he have to go so low
to take my mom?

when i wash my hands
in the bathroom sink
my mind starts to wonder
i start to think

what my life would be like
if she was still here
would she call my name
or would she call me dear?

its hard being a lad
growing up not having a mom
only having a dad

as i dry my hands
a tear rolled down my eye
my dad told me he understands
but boys dont cry

wiped my tear away
and assured me
we would both see mom
again some day

as i grow older
i start to realize
its up to us, not the beholder
who lives or dies

all the birthday candles
i blow out
in my mind
all i can do is shout

i dont want a million dollars
or a fancy car
i just want my mom to come home
i just wish she wasnt so far

curiousity strikes me the most
if we would have a good relationship
or if we wouldnt be that close

shes the one who would hold me
if a girl broke my heart
shes the one who'd say you did your best
in a school concert if i forgot my part

shes the one i would turn to for advice
shes the one who'd make me fancy dinners
with stirfry and rice

forever more
the mom i miss
the mom i adore
the mom i cant kiss
forever more...