i watched you from the 'sidelines'
i heard you when you cried.
i saw what had been hurting you,
it felt as though i died.
if there was an angel watching over you,
i would've seen it as you sleep.
you see your heart wasn't quite beating,
and the rest is bitter sweet.
your father; yes he loved you,
but could rarely hold you in his arms.
your mother; yea she did too,
but then you both were ripped apart.
see, your heart;
it didn't work right.
i know you tried your hardest to pull through,
now mom and dad will live a life without ever knowing you.
you were a son, a cousin, a brother,
with loving parents, sisters, and big brother.
too bad we didn't hear your first word,
or watch you take your first steps.
instead we've seen a gravestone marked with Pieter Vance,
your name.
right now you should be laughing and smiling,
not 6ft under and lifeless.
