I held you in my arms when you were a baby.
Too soon you grew up and became a sweet young lady.
Then, late at night came that dreadful call.
My mind became like an
empty hall.
Those creatures from hell played a wicked game.
I knew my life would never be the same.
Without warning or a word being said,
they shot you twice in the
head.
The sound of the helicopter blades
turned the night into all kinds of dark shades.
Someone locked me in as they opened the helicopter door.
Blood, blood, blood! … I
wanted to sink to the floor.
Why won’t they allow me to reach you?
I wanted to see what they did to you.
Then came the hours of waiting.
Oh, how my heart was
aching!
I held your hand while I watched you slipping away.
There were so many things I wanted to say.
I had so many dreams for you,
so many things I still
wanted us to do.
You were too weak and the wounds too deep.
Then you fell into an eternal sleep.
You were only eighteen years old.
Suddenly I felt so terribly
cold.
The sight of eighteen red roses on a white coffin,
is replaying itself in my mind so often.
Now my life seems to be falling apart.
The future looks so empty
and dark.
Crime has taken its toll.
MOM