To my man Dave at your grave
I silently prayed
I know you saved by grace and not works
Man it hurt for real, Philly streets remain ill
now your boys can’t chill unless steel
by they waistline
Ya didn’t waste time, full time job and college
working harder, not even bitter at the Father
for taking your father at an early age
I sympathize with your situation
yo my Dad’s the same
Bullets penetrated your fles
arms legs even your neck
Your death the reason
Steve stays depressed
I never seen so many tears in a day
so much sadness
and utter madness definition of tragic
Habits develop when your friends die
Your memories are enemies ya numb
em with that Henny and lye
Yo it’s hard to say goodbye, I can’t let it go
I feel sorry for your moms
it must be hard on a widow
I feel sorry for your mother
I tried to take that hurt away from her
but she can’t escape the pain or recover
so she sits alone
by the candle-light crying at night
she sounds like this
I feel sorry for your mother
I couldn’t take the pain away from her
This is what a widow sounds
like losing her child’s life
It’s like your child losing her life
in front of your eyes
comatose high-dose pain-killers inside her IV
Recall her voice calling “Mommy
Let’s play hide and seek
in the lobby with little Tommy”
It’s a struggle just to smile
your daily mission is
just to keep hope alive
but God ain’t listening
You’re whispering prayers
and playing musical chairs
inside her room, by the nurse
and near them exit stairs and there’s
so much support, expert technicians
but modern medicine
couldn’t keep your little kid living
Now they hit you
with that news so much disbelief
you wouldn’t let the casket drop
in the dust for 6 feet
Holding back your tears
when you’re at your day job
during breaks in the bathroom cursing at God
You knocked he didn’t open
asked didn’t receive
Now your child joins your husband
in the ground underneath
I feel sorry for your mother
I tried to take that hurt away from her
but she can’t escape the pain or recover
so she sits alone
by the candle-light crying at night
she sounds like this
I feel sorry for that mother
I couldn’t take the pain away from her
So she prays
in vain for answers ain’t no cure to Cancer
To all the fallen, you’re gone
but not forgotten
escape from this modern day Gotham
gritty city in a physical
form you’ve shown me courage in a storm
I touch the clothes you left behind,
they remain warm
In the morning hours
address heavenly powers
leave flowers at your grave
Teddy, Umi, and Dave
Rest in peace in a place undivided by race
True love given not chased
your belly stay full of steak
Hesitating voices, saying your boys is gone
Sitting there shocked
with no response gripping the phone
All my dogs go to heaven
ain’t that right reverend?
No if’s and’s or maybe’s, end of sentence
Mention fate spark religious debate
witness a newborn die then testify
why God’s so great
Now it’s nothing but hate
love is too damn abusive
Cuz whatever you love, you lose it
That’s why I feel sorry for your mother
I tried to take that hurt away from her
but she can’t escape the pain or recover
so she sits alone
by the candle-light crying at night
she sounds like this
I feel sorry for your mother
She can’t escape the pain or recover
This is what a widow sounds like losing
her child’s life it’s like this
- 专辑：이소라 7집
- 歌手：이소라
- 歌曲：Track 3