Donít tell me you know how I feel, You havenít walked in my shoes. Donít tell me I have other children to love, That wonít bring back the son that I lost. Donít tell me to get out of the house, Maybe I just want to stay here and mourn for my lost son. Donít tell me it will get better, From my point of view it will never be better. Donít tell me it could be worse, How much worse than this could it be. Donít tell me to trust in God, I do trust in Him and love Him, That wonít bring my son back Donít tell me to eat and take care of myself, Maybe the food wonít stay down. Maybe I donít care about myself right now. Donít tell me to try to get some sleep, Donít you think I would love to sleep? Donít tell me all this, You havenít walked in my shoes. Do tell me you care. Do tell me you love me. Do tell me you will be there if I need you. If I need to just talk to call you. Or better yet, you call me. Just listen, thatís all, just listen. Do let me cry. Do let me mourn. Do let me experience this terrible loss that I feel. Do pray for me. That is all I ask.