The sun was up awile before I moved, had I know I would not have slept.
She was already gone when I got there, no time left for me to care, so I wept.
But I do, and I did, and it just ain't fair, my hurt wasn't for you to see.
Cause when you were alone, I was to, but when you needed, you always had me.
I hear the sounds in the dark but I hear them in the light too, is it you?
I'm not afraid, you taught me well about this life that we call hell.
But you were there so I could not fall, not with you watching, not at all.
Quietly you came, then you slipped away, before I even started my day.
I am here and here I will stay until the very last but you will never hear me say.
I quit, I quit but I don't have that choice, you taught me too well to leave this cell called hell.
When it hurts at night yet I don't cry out, can you feel what torments me as well?
If the rain falls softly, but doesn't make a sound as it hits the ground, can it still be real?
I walk alone since it's the path I chose, can you see me as I walk alone, see the pain I feel?
The pain I carry I have inside, so why must I prove the pain to you for me to survive.
I know what I feel, no need for you to feel it to.
Your pain is the one I shared with you.
So what can you feel and what can you see?
Is it just a soft breeze, a sigh, you or me?
I will carry on though this night, try to make it right. 
How it came to me is not a chore, only happy you will feel it no more. 
Love you momma