As I looked upon the casket where my little nephew lay,
    I was overcome by the sadness of the day.
    He looked like he was sleeping there, his tiny eyes shut tight.
    Any moment he'd awake and everything would be alright.
    Then his daddy sat beside him tears streaming down his face.
    I knew he was hoping he could take his baby's place.
    I could stand to look no longer, so I turned and walked away.
    The memory of that father and son still haunts me to this day.
    Several years have passed us by, the pain is with us still.
    Sometimes I think our hearts will never heal.
    With every year that passes Erics' birthday comes and goes.
    To the bouquet I lay upon his grave I add another rose.
    One for every birthday he never lived to see,
    And I grieve for the man he never grew to be.