I wake up slow,
Kiss your mom, then I'm out the door
The coffee brews but don't taste like before
The air is quiet, like it's waiting for your voice
Still looking at your photos, not by choice
Your bed is empty, but your light still glows
Your toys sit still, but our love still grows
We try to smile, we try to cope
We hold each other, and we hold to hope
How are you now?
Are you laughing, are you free?
Are you building clouds in the sky for me?
We think of you in every breath,
Even in silence, we still hear what's left
My son...
My very, very happy one
Your giggles still echo like a loaded gun
Shooting joy through walls of pain
Bringing sun to our skies of rain
My son...
My sweet, sweet dear
I still relive the days you were near
I wake again,
Now I kiss your mom and your brother too
He's growing fast, but he carries you
He smiles the way you used to grin
The kind that lights the darkest skin
He hugs your bear when he goes to bed
Sometimes he says your name instead
He laughs so loud, like he always knew
There was a part of his heart made just for you
He plays with your toys, he runs through the hall
He climbs the couch like it's ten feet tall
We see you in him, in the way he stands
In the dirt on his cheeks, and the mess on his hands
My son...
My very, very happy one
You're dancing in the beams of the morning sun
My son...
My sweet, sweet dear
You're the warmth in winter, the calm in fear
I still relive the moments, year by year
And what if I could follow you...?
Would the pain give way? Would the skies turn blue?
Please tell me what this means...
You visit me gently inside my dreams
You run through stars in glowing light
You whisper love in the middle of night
You touch my hand, then slip away
But I still feel you, every single day
My son...
My very, very happy one
You're the echo in the words that come undone
My son...
My sweet, sweet dear
You remind us what it means to care
And even now, you're always here
We talk about you when the sky turns gold
When the leaves fall soft and the breeze feels old
We say your name like it still belongs
In the middle of stories, or favorite songs
Your memory isn't gone, it's wide awake
A thread in the quilt that your mother makes
A smile in your brother, a tear in my eye
A balloon that lifts, a quiet goodbye