Please, I Don't Want To Hurt Anymore...
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
I sit here tonight thinking of you
I can hardly see for the tears that fill my eyes
Grief fills my heart, pain fills my soul
I've tried to put my grief away
Just as one packs things away in a box
To store up in the attic until... one day
I can't seem to stay away, I keep going back
To bring my box of grief back down
For me to open... because... I can't forget you, Son
There goes that old, familiar sensation
In the bottom of my stomach
The one of birds trapped in a cage
Their wings flutter wildly to escape
Grief, pure grief is like that
Panic, pain mixed together
Panic that when I let myself think
That you really have gone away
Oh God... the pain really hurts so bad
Tommy, I miss you with my very heart
I cry to heaven... it does no good
Cry all I want... won't bring you back
Sometimes, I wonder why
You were taken away at such a young age
Parents are supposed to be the first to go
I'm left here... my only child is gone
Can you imagine how it feels, how it hurts
No... you think you can, but... you don't
You never will... unless you lose a child
Only then, can you possibly understand
The pain is forever... it never goes away
Once again, I thought the pain was tucked away
But, I see... that I have to tuck myself along with it
I'm going to bed now... sleep it away
I pray that when I wake
That the pain won't wake when I do
Please give me peace, Lord... please, I don't want to hurt anymore
