My heart It's scorned, my heart it's tornI yearn the essence of your baby skin,I lay,I dwell,It hurts like hell,why did it have to be this way?baby steps, baby steps, baby steps, It's how we all learn, mistakes do fall upon us like the shooting stars in the sky. we never catch them, misting away through distraction,loved ones can be lost in the universe,never lose focus of the perseverance you set your destination to reach, where might it be? but we envision landings by following our destined journey's,I will never let go,my heart ponders like a lost soul,you fly away with your imaginary wings to a place so far away,the disconnection is there,but the heart is so pure it reconnects to regain the love of a child's presence that has never diminished,the memories will live on,the heart will regain the strength its needed to beat again, and soon we will meet,there is never no ending .  ~The Grieving Mother~