Still dead

Drying tears track down my face
an empty hole in my heart for what cannot be replaced
i hold him dear, way deep inside
i picture him wiping away the tears Ive cried
winter is here and I'm cold to the bone
i miss him so much, i feel so alone
i pray there's a heaven
i pray he made it there
at the same time cursing god for making life unfair.
he shouldn't have had to die
why not me instead?
the thought continually runs through my head
but it doesn't change a thing
I'm still here alone
and he's still dead
...he's still dead.