Two Months of Forever [Verse 1 — Tender, Intimate] March twenty-fifth, two thousand one, The day my world began with you, my son. Ten little fingers, your face in the light, I’d memorize every feature, hold you tight. I dreamed of the man you were going to be, Of birthdays and ball games and you running free. I thought we had years, a lifetime to grow, But there was so much of you I’d never get to know. [Verse 2 — Fragile, Holding Back Tears] June fourth came, and my whole world broke, There aren’t enough words for the pain I know. They said, “God called His angel home,” As if those words could soften the blow. They meant to comfort a mother in pain, But no pretty words could make things okay. That day, my baby took his last breath, And I learned a kind of hurt I can’t forget. [Pre-Chorus — Voice Beginning to Tremble] I know they were trying to help me survive, Trying to give meaning to the day that you died. But I didn’t need heaven wrapped up in a phrase. I needed my baby. I needed more days. [Chorus — Powerful, Wounded] Give me the painful truth. Don’t make it pretty. I’ve swallowed enough lies to last me a lifetime. Let it hurt. Let it burn. Let it show me what I never learned. A beautiful lie might comfort you… But freedom… freedom needs the truth. [Verse 3 — Intimate, Deeply Personal] They called you an angel, said you went home, But I was a mother left grieving alone. I don’t blame the hearts that were trying to care, But those words couldn’t bring you back here. I wanted the truth, though it tore me apart, No gentle explanation could mend my heart. I can hold on to faith, if that’s what I choose, But I won’t hide my pain to make it easier for you. [Pre-Chorus — Emotion Building] Twenty-five years have come and gone, But time doesn’t mean that the hurting is done. I’m forty-eight now, and one thing is true: I still miss the lifetime I should’ve had with you. [Chorus — Stronger, Voice Breaking with Emotion] Give me the painful truth. Don’t make it pretty. I’ve swallowed enough lies to last me a lifetime. Let it hurt. Let it burn. Let it show me what I never learned. A beautiful lie might comfort you… But freedom… freedom needs the truth. [Bridge — Strip Back to Piano, Almost Crying] March twenty-fifth… the day you arrived. June fourth… the day my world lost its light. Two dates on a calendar, years far apart, But both live forever inside of my heart. I wonder your laughter, your voice, your smile, Who you’d be now, what you’d be like. There’s no getting back all the years that we missed. No words make it right. No comfort fixes this. [Final Chorus — Raw, Powerful, Emotionally Unrestrained] Give me the painful truth. Don’t make it pretty. I’ve swallowed enough lies to last me a lifetime. Let it hurt. Let it burn. Let it show me what I never learned. A beautiful lie might comfort you… But freedom… Freedom needs the truth. [Outro — Barely Holding Back Tears, Soft Piano] I’m forty-eight now… And I still miss my boy. The world kept turning… But I never stopped wishing I’d had more time. March twenty-fifth, you came into my life. June fourth, in the early morning light, You took your last breath… and part of me died. Two months of holding you… A lifetime of loving you. My arms still ache to hold you, my son.
