In the Morning

The first one to leave me was Oscar so young
Twenty eight years when he killed him
He was a bright kid and his words were sung in the morning
When they all were children
In the morning
Before it got dark
Then Daniel left me, my oldest son
He was found all alone in the city
Don’t know what I did or what I should have done
In the morning
When they still were with me
In the morning before it got dark
Benjamin that sweetheart, I saw him fade
His dark eyes could no longer see me
Since I saw him die each night I prayed
For the mornings when they still were dreaming
The morning before it got dark
I’m a mother, I’m old
My sons are no more
They left me with many warnings
I’m tired of living with ghosts from before
I’ll be with them
My sons in the morning
In the morning before it gets dark