Cross and tribal butterfly in tribute to the gr8est woman ever known
¢Ú¢The Heart Left Behind¢Ú¢
There's no one to hear me whisper
No one to make me smile
I can still feel your presence
They say it's blind denial
Your pillow still lays beside me
Your perfume mixed with tears
I see your face each night I sleep
But in the morning it disappears
I'll cherish every memory
That I've captured in my mind
'Till death returns to harvest
The heart he left behind.
Mom, I love u.