Sorrow
When a loved one dies,
All you can do is cry.
Although their death you could not control,
To their memory you will always hold.
When they go you feel like you will never be the same,
In time this hurt you will learn to tame.
The hurt will never go away,
But it will grow easier with every passing day.
All though their face you will never see again,
Their spirit and memory will always live within.
All you can do is cry.
Although their death you could not control,
To their memory you will always hold.
When they go you feel like you will never be the same,
In time this hurt you will learn to tame.
The hurt will never go away,
But it will grow easier with every passing day.
All though their face you will never see again,
Their spirit and memory will always live within.
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