|Standing by my baby's grave, here on Christmas Eve,
while other families are rejoicing, I can only grieve.
This Christmas it will be 14 years, since he's gone away,
my 3 month old son passed away on a very special day.
So while the world rejoices for a Christ Child that was born,
happiness eludes me for it is my time to mourn.
I think of other mothers with their babies at their breast,
but empty are my arms tonight,
my baby's laid to rest.
I know there must be other mothers,
who have felt this awful pain,
and I wonder how they kept from going totally insane.
I thought about the Virgin's child so many years gone by,
The first time that She held Him, She knew He was born to die.
She was a special lady so the Christmas story reads;
But She had angels sent from God that helped to soothe her needs.
I stand alone beside his grave in the Christmas snow,
the pain I suffer by myself, no one will ever know.
The hour's growing late, soon it will be Christmas Day,
I turn to walk away and quietly I hear a soft voice say.
"You're not alone.
We Angels know your pain.
We understand why you grieve.
Please be content and try to understand,
Your child is safe in our arms this blessed Christmas Eve."