Alternating good days and bad days you follow.
You never know what it will be.
You want to believe that everything changes,
For the best
And he clings to it.
You sink down one more time, there are days it seems like you can not take it.
You’re just crying and crying.
You ask God to help you.
And imagine that your dead mother is there to help you.
With you on your lap doing some fun.
“Everything will be fine. You are strong. You’ve been through this before. ”
Everything will be fine.
You sob once more.