[Verse 1]
Folded your T-shirts
Left your shoes by the door
Your cereal bowl
Still waiting on the counter
Your laugh in the hallway
Keeps echoing around here
But the clock keeps ticking
Like nothing really matters
[Chorus]
A parent should never have to bury their child
Those little hands were meant to wave from the window, growing wild
We’re supposed to wrinkle, supposed to say goodbye first
This ain’t the order that the good Lord rehearsed
A parent should never have to bury their child
[Verse 2]
You still see the freckles on his nose
Even in that Sunday suit
They’re talkin’ ‘bout his job, his friends
You’re thinkin’ ‘bout his baby shoes
They say he was a grown man
Like that’s supposed to make it right
But all you see is training wheels
Wobblin’ down the drive
[Chorus]
A parent should never have to bury their child
Doesn’t matter if he’s thirty or he’s barely five
You still hear “Mama” in that deeper voice
You’d trade places if you had a choice
You’re the one who’s meant to close your eyes
Not stand here saying goodbye
A parent should never have to bury their child
[Verse 3]
They hand you folded photos
Like you ain’t got ‘em memorized
First day of school, that busted tooth
The way he used to roll his eyes
They tell you you’re so brave now
For how you’re standin’ strong
But you’re holdin’ up the ceiling
In a house that feels all wrong
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
He still needed you
For recipes, for bad days, for the truth
Grown-up shoes, same old heart
Still your baby in the dark
You were supposed to go on ahead
White hair, soft bed, peaceful rest
Not this backwards, broken way
Where love is all that’s left to say
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