The Tear

For every tear that I cried you were there.
For every pain that I felt, you took it away.
For all of my bruises, bumps and scrapes, you gave me a kiss from the angels to take the pain away.
After you were taken by death himself,
I realized that I would be by myself.
Alone in this cold world with carnivorous wolves,
I suffer silently, rejected and despised,
Only to be judged by individuals eyes.
Words cannot explain how I miss you so.
With kisses on my forehead and warm milk to help me sleep,
I now stand alone, cold, lonely, and afraid to weep.
Although your memories will always be with me, the tears that I shed, shall help to remind me,
Of the times of laughter and love that is now absent in my life,
I shed this tear for you.
May you rest on the wings of angels.