Mumma don't cry

Sometimes as I sit and think of you
I can feel you by my side
I can feel you laugh and fiddle your fingers
As you tell your little tales
But as I turn around to hold you
I cannot see what my heart feels
Where I hope to see you sitting
Is only a painful void for me
Sometimes I hear your tiny voice
Coming from beyond your grave
Telling me, "mumma please don't cry,
I am but with you,
Mumma, I am in your heart
I never really left you.
Mumma, dont cry, for I cry with you
One day when you are old and grey
I will come to hold your hand
And I will guide you there where I play
Where we will be together in everlasting happiness."