Woorden: Notorious B. I. G.. Love is Everlasting.

Let's say there are many times I looked and saw reflections of my son.
I argued sometimes, consulted, I saw results and said, "well done".
I thought of him constantly and silently asked "why?".
I tried fervently and just can not say goodbye.
I lived with visions twined and twisted, passion so cold and withered thoughts battered and shattered.
I dream dreams, cherished memories, housed friendship and promises that mattered.
In the end, time is treasured, but love for my son, it's everlasting.