Our Mom is a survivor,
Or so We've heard it said. But We can hear her crying
When all others are in bed. We watch her lay awake at night
And go to hold her hand. She doesn't know We are with her
To help her understand. But like the sands upon the beach
That never wash away... We watch over our surviving Mom,
Who thinks of Us each day. She wears a smile for others...
A smile of disguise. But through heaven's open door
We see tears flowing from her eyes. Our Mom tries to cope with our death
To keep our memory alive. But anyone who knows her, Knows it's her way to survive.As We watch over our surviving Mom Through heaven's open door... We try to tell her
Angels protect us forevermore We know that doesn't help her... Or ease the burden she bares.
So if you get a chance, talk to her... And show her that you care.
For no matter what she says... No matter what she feels.
Our surviving Mom has a broken heart
That time won't ever heal
Me 2 days before my water broke, 2 weeks before my babies went to Heaven: