Clyde Watanabe


A friend's husband died in an auto accident. When cruel realities of this world take away a loved one, how do we fill the emptiness inside? Where does our hope and help come from? How do we fill the loss in our lives?

If life is like a flower, mine has withered and died
My tears they flow like rivers, can't open my eyes
No song can fill my heart, there is nothing to sing
Sorrow hovers over me and everything

This cruel world, it steals away my love
My world, my life, my hope, flowing

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