"JAMES ANDRE LENAHAN"

To James Andre Lenahan who died on Mother's Day, 1988.


"When the angels came down, did they give you a choice? Would they have let you stay where you were? Not to live here in pain should not bring you shame, and the light is so hard to deter. Did the gates of Heaven look just as you thought? Did Sister Mary describe them quite well? Years of catholic school were all good to you because you were the angel who fell.



I am the one who will never die young; I am a martyr and I can not hide. But I'm not a winner, I'm just brilliantly bitter, I'm sealed by my skin, but broken inside.



Angels are fragile and devils are hot. And life is a masquerade. Colors will blend and hearts will all mend. Just tell me you were never afraid. There were babies laughing and children running saying 'read me a book, sing me a song.' I was the one who I felt so so sorry for but you are the one who is gone.

So save me a seat if I make it that far. Will you even know I am the one? I will be old for the angels have told me that I will never die young..."



Written by Lori McKenna