Dear Lord,
You took away from me
Few that I loved
More than myself
Did I utter a word?
You broke me down
Into tiny pieces
I still stood strong
Now promise me,
when my time comes
Don't you start
to stinge and scorn
I'll be standing there
Like a man
You better deliver to me
A calm and peaceful death
I am entitled to that much
That's all I need
That's all I ask
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