The sunsets never seen with his young eyes,
and ocean waters that he ne'er will touch,
the good friends missed a wife he'd love so much,
so sad for for us we never sad goodbyes.
He'll never feel moms hugs to comfort cries,
missed family dinners, siblings gifts and such,
he'll never feel dads pride or hand shakes clutch,
and ne'er a stone will say here Issac lies.
He was miscarried born my little guy,
lays in his mothers hand a hepleless one,
she looks and cries bout one she didn't know,
I'll see you Issac in the bye and bye
the dad quick looks and sheds a tear my son
Ne'er fly my dear young arrow from my bow
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