Stormy weather
Mourning forever
Forgetting Mark-never
Searching for an answer
Hoping days get brighter
Instead of crying an all nighter
Hurt grows deeper
Memories grow fonder
Yet we are always left to wonder
Why our family has to suffer
Without him is torture
We couldn't have prayed any louder or longer
Comfort now is our prayer
Grieving is how we honor and remember
The loss of our noncomformer
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