My Child

Please come back to me my child

things weren't meant to be

without tears we cry

even though we new

it did strike

but this ain't no dream

no this is life

And all the colors fade leaving nothing more

than a black and white shade on an empty

shore/sure a part is gone

and sure we do long

but black and white is so much more than nothing at all

Please come back to me my child

yes we do control a lot

way too much

overwhelmed by disbelieve

left in shock

still our disbelieve is the remaining lock