i have to live with this
most often below the surface
tears.
i want to live with this
it is that or forget
i will not forget.
there is a hole in our lives now
that was not there before
our son has gone.
don't mistake me for a sad man
joy is not in bluer skies
Love holds and molds us.
know where my treasure lies
candle lit and waiting on
the King of kings.
the waiting means there is love
that's what the lonely is for
(loop)
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