I Promise Pinocchio

I remember it well the day you died In the springtime of the year I was 25 One early afternoon it was April 12th Your mother she came crying so She told me you had gone Oh no this could not be To be a dad meant everything for Those 12 short weeks Some day your mom and I we will see at last The child we had lost back in 99 And I promise Pinocchio I will dance with you Pick you up and spin you around around and around This nursery rhyme of sorts I sing for you With the hope it finds you well goodbye for now Our Pinocchio you're not meant to be God holds you now and you're safer there I remember it well the day you died In the springtime of the year I was 25 One early afternoon it was April 12th Your mother she came crying so She told me you had gone Our Pinocchio you're not meant to be I'll always love you goodbye for now