The 11-year-old was shot dead on his way home from football practice

A mother holds her baby

Quietly she holds him, cradled in her arms

Rocking oh so gently, protecting him from harm

Her tears are flowing freely, off her cheeks they race

Always heading downwards, then dripping from her face

A mother holds her baby, as close as close can be

And as his eyes stare skyward there's only her to see

Now fast forward eleven years the scene is much the same

A mother holds her baby whispering his name

Ruffling his matted hair his face covered in blood

Telling him to stay with her and wrapping him in love

But the child will never answer forever to stay young

Dying on a car park�it's not where he belongs

A mother holds her baby her child her world her son

His life has been robbed from him she can't believe he's gone

One last hug one last caress to his cheek a simple kiss

To thank that little boy for eleven years of bliss