MY  PARENTS  ARE  SURVIVORS

 

MY PARENTS ARE SURVIVORS,

OR SO I'VE  HEARD IT SAID.

BUT I  HEAR THEM CRY AT NIGHT,

WHEN THE OTHERS ARE IN BED.

I SEE THEM LAY AWAKE AT NIGHT,

AND I GO TO HOLD THEIR HANDS.

THEY DO NOT KNOW I'M WITH THEM,

TO HELP THEM UNDERSTAND  

SINCE I AM IN HEAVEN TODAY,

I  WATCH OVER MY PARENTS

WHO THINK OF ME EACH DAY.

THEY  WEAR A SMILE FOR OTHERS...

....A  SMILE OF DISGUISE.. THROUGH

HEAVEN'S DOOR I CAN SEE THEM, 

TEARS FLOWING FROM THEIR EYES.

MY PARENTS TRY TO COPE WITH DEATH, 

AND TRY TO KEEP MY MEMORY ALIVE

ANYONE WHO REALLY KNOWS THEM, KNOW

 IT'S THE ONLY WAY THEY CAN SURVIVE.

AS I WATCH OVER MY SURVIVING PARENTS

THROUGH  HEAVEN'S OPEN DOOR...

I TRY TO TELL THEM I'M WITH GOD AND

ANGELS PROTECT ME FOREVER MORE.

I KNOW THIS DOESN'T HELP THEM,  OR

EASE THE HEARTACHE THAT THEY BEAR,

BUT I DO KNOW THEY HAVE SPECIAL FRIENDS

WHO REALLY, TRULY CARE.