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When life, that was once so grand,
Is no longer the life we planned,
Then we must, now stop and reflect
And say prayers, so we can genuflect
While praying to the great Lord above,
To save us all, by staying in love.

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When I tell you, "I hurt inside,"
Do not reply that you must deride.
All those worries, that you do share,
With all others, who provide, daily care.

This life, we know, is never enough,
To do the things that we need.
Life is so short and so tough,
For all to be happy, contented, indeed.
What can we do, on this day
That allows all, to be set free?
Believe not, what you hear some say
Vote for those, who you can agree.

Must I await, here on this earth,
When the sweetness of love is gone?

Love not in haste,
For when you are done,
It will not be a waste
Of time or effort, to be alone.

It matters not, what you think I am,
It matters only, that I'm a man,
Who cares about, his family and friends
And need not try to make amends.

Your breath's, warm softness, touches my cheek,
As I lie along side of you.
My search for you, is what I seek.
Reaching, for the warmth of your body
but I awake and you are gone.

I will no longer allow, myself to succumb,
To that path, when I was young,
Fearing not, if I lived or died,
For it mattered not, if I tried
To have drinks, dance or race cars,
Beneath the dark sky, with sparkling stars.
My memories, of these events, grow dim;
My youth, is no longer a whim
Or fancy affair of daring, so odd,
As I have now, finally found God.
Praise the Lord, for these wonderful things,
As I truly do live amongst kings,
With friends, of long standing, near,
No longer, is it death I fear.

What would my life be, without thee?
That's difficult to answer, can't you see,
For you are my life's only light
And you make everything about me right.

There were times, in years of past,
When I thought, I would never last.
Coming to me, that day of yore,
I had no idea; what's in store.
Perhaps it was, what has been said,
You might have been, better off dead,
Then to cling to life, every day,
Instead of just simply, to run away.