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Feb 2016
The sadness sinks in, as the apple falls right from the tree
Into a grave, filled with ashes and the broken pieces of promises made
Where once before, there were passion and praise
Now lies only sadness and the tears to wash the memories away
And as the day dawns, no I don't want to see the sun again
Even though I have to, because you'll never see your son again
You'll never hear the words of us mere mortals who barely knew you
The ones who tried so desperately to stop the pain from ripping through you
The only words left for you to hear are those of God now
As an angel you won't concern yourself with our questions of How
Because it was never for us to know
It is only for those who's souls are above, and bodies below
Timothy Kenda
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Timothy Kenda  Worcester
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