Here comes the pain...
the pain that never goes away.
It may recede, but the damage is there;
I awake, to another, brand new day,
They were right, who said, the world
is seldom fair.
It's not fair, when your son,
dies suddenly and fast,
Without warning, your heart
plunges into grief;
The body's kept alive,
but that won't last
And death arrives
to crush the hope-filled leaf.
So, I live with the pain,
the hurt that never goes away,
the anguish that breaks
the heart and soul,
the body numb, the mind like
weakened clay,
The circumstances of a world,
I can't control.
The pain is now a part of me,
My son will never be a man;
God...ease the agony
and let me be,
Or was this a part of
your eternal plan?
Reveal to me, the error
of my ways,
Restore to me, the faith
that was so shaken;
Give me peace and strength,
now...in my final days,
Help to understand,
just why my son was taken.
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