When I tell you that my heart still hurts,
You don't know what to say.
When I tell you that my eyes still cry,
You look the other way.
How could you know the pain I have,
And the sorrow that I feel.
For you haven't lost a precious child,
So for you, this isn't real.
I can't say that I blame you,
For I was once like you.
I would turn my head and walk away,
Not knowing what to do.
But now I know, oh, how I know
What another parent feels.
For only when you have lost your child,
Our shared pain is now so real.
This painful loss that bereaved parents share,
Brings us closer in our hearts.
Now when we meet and share our child,
We are friends right from the start.
