Sunday.

Sunday.

Sunday is the day,

That brings me to my knees,

Asking for forgiveness,

From the angels above, please.

To have mercy on my soul,

And forgiveness for my heart.

To ask them for their love,

To give you while we're apart.

I ask the angel's for clemency,

For all the wrongs I've done.

To tell you of our affection...

We love you so much, little one.

I'm asking for relief,

From the demons I have inside.

To stop the constant heartache,

And the feelings that I hide.

I wish, at times that it was me,

Taken from this earth.

For you to have your chance to shine,

And show the world your worth.

Forgive me my angel,

For I cannot forgive myself.

We love you little angel,

Over and above all else.

Love always, Mum

F.M.R.

31/07/2004