Wake up in the morning, think its a dream
Realise it's not, feel I could scream
A few weeks ago I was buying ice-cream
Why oh why can't it be a dream.
My precious wee boy, my pride, my joy
taken away can't buy him a toy
A handful he was, but my beautiful boy
I wish he was here to bring back that joy
I will miss his wee hand prints on my windows and shelves,
the loving moments when we were ourselves
Don't shout at me mum! He always won
Although he was my son, he was also my chum
Im telling you somefing, he used to say
we will meet again one beautiful day
An angel he was even on earth
So special he was since the day I gave birth
A gift from God I knew he was
Taken so young, God must have a cause
Only He knows the reason why
I don't thats why I cry
My darling Marc now you can fly
To live without you mum will try