Glazed eyes.
Thousand yard stare.
Thought I had more time.
But I would never be prepared.
Time creeps up.
Like most things in life.
Caught off guard.
Lost my footing, lost my grip.
Didn\'t think It would be me.
I\'m sorry I don\'t love you.
But you deserve the care.
You were once Mom.
The one that tucked me in.
That cleans my cuts when I fall.
Saying prayers for sweet dreams.
Staying your angel for as long I can.
Your thousand yard stare.
It cuts me like a knife.
I\'m sorry you couldn\'t avoid it.
I\'m sorry it was your fate.