What should have been
I want to scream, beat my hands bloody on heavens gate. Demand they return you to this world, God does make mistakes. Stolen away on a twist of fate, every hope and dream shattered like mangled bone and flesh. Streets of gold be damned. Wise men, angels, all that promised galore, I bet you think it’s such a bore. Hearts broke, we miss you more. Death won’t answer our call..