Here I stand the secound year at your grave, Still trying to accept the decision God made. I drive myself crazy for a hint or a clue, Of why at fithteen He had to take you. I would have made the choice, if I'd been given one, Today someone will die; either you or your son. I would have stood tall and cried, "Lord! Let it be me! He has his whole life to live and a precious baby!" But obviously God doesn't work that way, For whatever reason, He wanted you that day. And now here I stand with tears in my eyes, Everyday for two years, I cant tell you goodbye <3