I sit here today.
I sit here today,
Looking up to the sky,
With wishful thinking,
And tears in my eyes.
I sit here quietly,
And begin to sigh,
Asking myself constantly,
O’ God Why, O’ Why?
I sit here alone,
Unable to concentrate,
With far too much time,
To even contemplate.
I sit here thinking,
How life would still be,
And you were not taken,
Away from me.
Written by David Boyce
14 September 2015
DavidBoyce©2015
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