Her passing took his last spark of life Left him bereft with only his grief to bear The last bit of his heart's dream was taken - A love portion so precious and rare.
A mess of heart-break Not told in words but in sobs I miss her so bad Intense is my cry as my breaking heart throbs.
I cry out From the bottomless well of my loneliness I cry my sorrow aloud So much ache and sadness, I wear like a ghostly shroud.
A mess of heart-break Not told in words but in sobs I miss her so bad Intrense is my cry as my breaking heart throbs.
He was aware things were closing down for him As they laid her beneath the broken sod A man who had wrestled his demon and lost Was now ready to go home to God.
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