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How do you make the pain go away?
It's so deep and sharp, a knife, if you will,
Going and twisting into my heart every day.
It's been three and a half years and it hurts still.
Will I have to live with it for the rest of my life
Or will it eventually ease and dull itself?
What happens when I'm a mother and a wife,
How do I tell my family and explain myself?
What do I tell my children about their Uncle Tony
Whom they'll never meet or know?
They'll listen to their stuff on Sony
And ask about a certain TV show.
My friends tell me to go to his grave more,
They say it's the only way I'll be able to accept it.
Why do I have to show up there for?
All I do is stare at it and end up in a crying fit.
Is he up in the big sky above me?
Is he crying for me like I cry for him?
If he can see and hear me, does he see
How badly I ache for and miss him?
I wish I could just spend one more day
Talking to him and really trying to understand.
Face to face, heart to heart for always.
I want him to come to me and hold my hand.
One more walk on quiet country roads
So I can hear him once more say
He misses and loves me loads and loads.
Still, I wonder, does it ever go away?
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