The sorrow seems to much to bare,
I did not know how much I cared,
Having you by my side no more,
No longer do we meet at the door,
The air is still without your voice,
Why couldn't we have another choice,
When I remember how you used to be,
How freely you gave your love to me,
I miss the games we used to play,
There was so much more to do and say,
If only I could hold you in my arms again,
I would say you are more then just a friend,
When I think of all the things we shared,
It doesn't seem to be quite fair,
Our time together was far to short,
But now you are in my Father's court,
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