Each morning brings the same heartbreak.
A nightmare that is lived awake.
Split second choice I once did make.
My daughter died from that mistake.
Three years of tears could fill a lake.
The strength you see is all a fake.
If it was them, their “life they’d take”.
But I’ll grow old… For Bryers sake.
There’s a hole in our home
that can’t be repaired.
The girl who once lived here is gone.
There’s a hole in the world
that cannot be filled.
The girl I gave life to is gone.
There’s a hole in my heart
that can never be healed.
The girl, most beloved, is gone.
She took a whole lot of love
when she left us that day.
She left behind such a big hole.
I wanted a soft word.
You couldn’t give me one.
I needed some kindness.
You had none.
I asked for your love.
It was gone.
I wanted you to visit me.
But we are done.