And the worst thing is
That I couldn't hold him
Couldn't touch him
Because he'd become just a piece of evidence

And the worst thing is
That he was facing his killer
That he knew his killer
And had to stare him in the eye
As the light faded from his own

And the worst thing is
That we didn't know
There were so many secrets
So much that he kept
That we didn't know until his death

And the worst thing is
That while I say goodbye
To my child gone too early
Another grows inside me
Demanding my love

And the worst thing is
That we knew the killer too
And we let him in our house
And we let him eat our food
And we let him near our son

But the worst thing of all is
That we'll never see our son again