Eyes that used to smile, now always filled with tears. A face that was once happy, now aged beyond it's years. Looking deep within myself for a glimpse of what used to be. The wife, the mother, the daughter, they're now to hidden for me to see. The "Me" that now exists lives within my broken dreams. The things I hoped and dreamed of are now different then they seem. Why am I living in this Hell? This place I don't belong. Why did my child die? it just seems so very wrong. My arms ache to hold her, her eyes I want to see. She belongs within our family, she should be here with me. People always comment on the fact that there will be more. But it was my baby girl that I had hopes and dreams for. My family seems shattered, a house missing one. Another little girl who lost out on sibling fun. I mourn my baby girl, No one will take her place. I close my eyes and think of her beautiful angel face. Now I must go on and live in my despair. So deep in grief, wondering does anyone even care. Life it just keeps going, a world I used to love. Now I spend my nights dreaming of what it's like above. A place I long to get to, to see her angel face. Those hopes for me seem, to be my only saving grace