The poem is dedicated to a mother. The poem is dedicated to a mother.

Every time I look at your photo frame I wish you would talk Holding your ashes in my arms, my hea... Every time I look at your photo frame I wish you would talk Holding your ashe...

And when she faces the outside world she manages to put on a tired fake smile And when she faces the outside world she manages to put on a tired fake smile

The search for Justice against the perpetrators who still live on like an eyesore.... The search for Justice against the perpetrators who still live on like an eyesor...