We only see an empty chair, a box of toys, a teddy bear. And know a nursery is cold that held a treasure more than gold. We hang a cat with a button-eye, wind up a music box and cry. But touching god with simple prayer will ease the horrible despair, And let the darkness pass so we can see through holy glass. No wheelchairs roll with dripping jars where Jesus is, beyond the stars, No tubes are there, no needles, pills, just flowers coloring the hills.
Nobody cries into the night, nobody begs to see the light.
Our loss is hard and real, a wounding only time can heal. But while our hurt is a twisting knife, the children pass from death to life.