My face goes white,
My knees go weak,
I look to the ground,
Because I can barely to speak,
His hands are so cold,
His body lifeless and drained,
His body unblemished,
His soul unstained,
I can’t deal with this emotion,
Rolling through my head,
I feel all this pressure,
It’s me that should be dead,
I can’t believe my eyes,
I can’t grasp what I am seeing,
He stays there in my arms like a perfect little being,
I think of lots of things, most better unsaid,
I am a broken man, as my baby lies dead.
