Don't say you're there.

Don't say that you are there for me,
that you understand,
don't say you want to help us both,
but barely hold our hand

Don't say that life is really cruel,
then throw Christmas in our face,
You know our life is standing still,
while yours moves at fast pace.

Don't tell us it gets easier?
Do you really think that's true?
Do you think you would be better now?
If your child had passed on too?

Don't say that I am trying hard,
when you can barely see,
how I force on through the passing hours,
just trying to be me.

Don't tell me that you want to help?
Because where are you right now?
send me hugs, or xxxx's or loving thoughts,
that really helping, how?

I know that you don't know this pain,
and thank god that you don't,
You'll spend birthdays with your children,
and Christmas, when we won't.

I am angry and I'm hurting bad,
I want my son right here.
I don't want to send on Christmas cards,
I have no festive Cheer.

I don't want to keep on dwelling,
but its hurting, can you tell?
I don't want his birthday, christmas,
when I can't have him aswell.