Goodbye My Love Part 2
A tug to the hand,Brings with it welcome relief.
So many people,
Beady eyes are out to play,
When I look they turn away.
Small hand gripping tight,
My tiny pillar of strength.
Here to say goodbye,
Let the tears begin to flow,
For a mum she'll never know.
Must I say goodbye?
I endured the premiere.
Do it all again?
Just to let these people see,
That your loss has broken me.
Poking at my wounds,
They are not a pretty sight.
Still they peer my way,
Waiting for me to perform,
The first tear would bring a storm.
