Henry's p.o.v
Lost deep inside the ocean of my tears,
I can't keep on lying to you or myself.
Infant loss, this our cross to bear together.
Things will get better and easier for us or
maybe not. Lost deep inside the ocean of
my tears, I am broken beyond repair. The
golden years, my dreams and plans for
the future, are passing shadows. I
struggle to resurrect and embrace
this dead hope and faith of mine
in which is a precious tiny miracle.
