I once was a cadaver, but now I live
I realised I do have much to give.
Beautiful creature, silken trap
Terrified fluttering, dark death's lap.
A good man was taken, tears were shed
No more sunshine, just days ahead of dread.
Children just the same, faces and no names
Help for them is needed, such a shame.
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