The dreams come back to me
Just as real as when it happened
Questions I ask myself
Five years seem like days
Missing your smile and
Watching you laugh at gym time
Holding you and feeling your pain
Watching you slip away
Reading the reports of things they did to you
The final day they were taken away
I look up at the stars and feel you're safe
I reach out
I miss you j.c.
I'm sorry I didn't do more.