The tears are falling slowly down my face,
Echos of loneliness that can't be replaced.
Your memory is fading fast,
Please tell me why won't they last?

Today is your 17th birthday,
Do you look like you did when God took you away?
Or are you the little man you should be,
Flying with the angels so alive & free.

Happy Birthday, my little Jake,
Is there a party in heaven with cake?
I am thinking of you on this day of your birth,
Little old mommy left down here on earth.

I wish I could give you a birthday hug and kiss,
Your touch is something I really miss.
When you blow out your candles on the count of three,
Please don't forget about me...

Today my son would of been turn 17. Boy it seems like ages ago. It still hurts the same though. The "What Could of Been.." is just so hard.