To dream of you, to hear your name
Or even out of the blue
The Tears they come to comfort me
'Cuz I know they come from you

The Tears that dribble down my face
In little hits and misses
Comfort me because I know
They are your warm, wet kisses

Telling me that you're at peace
In the Freedom that you sought
These warm, wet kisses on my face
Only asking me to suffer not

And as these days tumble by
Without you by my side
These warm, wet kisses that you give
Will continue like the tide

For I cannot stop them
Nor would I even try
I've always loved the ocean
And now Son, I know why

As the ocean's blood is salty
So are these warm, wet kisses
From a Mother's only son
A son she sorely misses

But go on, soar, my son
Soar to greater heights
I will handle the days
If you'll help me through the nights

Bring your warm, wet kisses
Your Mommy needs them so
She needs to feel your touch
So she can let you go.

It all seems so unreal
Like the words from a writer's hand
A made-up baby boy
Grown into a handsome Man.

Those days now seem so short
Like the reading of a book
A life lived cover to cover
Before his life he took.

A life of precious days
Hewn from a writer's mind?
Or a Mother's newfound madness
In a nightmare left behind?

But no! I FEEL his presence
And I hear his loving voice
Telling of his sadness
And that he had no choice.

'Tis NOT my imagination
Carelessly running wild.
'Twas unrelenting depression
That took my precious child!

Depression..oh, that word
Resounds within my head
Had I known it's depth
My child would not be dead!

I'd have sold my soul.
I'd have held him tight
I'd have kissed his brow
All through that horrible night!

But alas, the moment passed
The deed has been done.
A Mother's Love lost.
Black Depression won!