Mourn Without Mercy

Two parents I know
Each had a son
They raised them
And loved them
Now they are gone

Knowing not of each other
Yet they're the same
How can they know
They share the same pain

They struggle to speak
Their memories so deep
Mouths with no motion
Can’t utter a peep
So they rock and they cry
And they not gently weep

Parents aren’t meant
To lay children to rest
So hard to believe
God knows what’s best
Of all things that are
This is life’s truest test

Here for a moment
Then God called them home
No more to hurt
Heaven to roam
Days spent in glory
That never will end
They’ll have what is needed
Their spirits to mend

Mourn without mercy
Let out your pain
When it’s all over
The world is at end
Hold close your children
United again
 

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