My mom is a survivor ,or so ive heard it said.
But i can hear her crying when others are in bed
I watch her lay awake at night and go to hold her hand
she doesnt know im here to help her understand
but like the sands upon the beach that never wash away
I watch over my surviving mom who thinks of me each day
she wears a smile for others, a smile thats a disguise
but through heavens open door i see tears flowing from her eyes
my mom tries to cope with my death to keep my memory alive
but anyone who knows her
knows its her way to survive
as i watch over my surviving mom through heavens open door
i try to tell her that angels protect me evermore
i know that doesnt help her, or ease the burden she bears
so if you get a chence to call her and show her that you care
for no matter what she feels my surviving mom has a broken heart that time will never heal.