When he died
Everyone cried
But I had to stay strong
For I needed to move on
And when he was buried by dirt
My whole soul was full of hurt
And when the pain reached my core
I felt I couldn't handle more
And when I got home that night
I felt in the dark without a light
Now when I go to his old home
His chair stands like the remains of ancient Rome
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