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A Hundred and Fifty Days

A hundred and fifty days have passed

Since I've seen your smiling face

I've looked this whole world over

I can't find you any place

 

A hundred and fifty prayers I've prayed

That's one for every day

But I'm still waiting for an answer

Sometimes it works that way

 

A hundred and fifty sleepless nights

Waiting to tuck you in

I have at least a million questions

Wondering where you've been

 

A hundred and fifty apologies

That's what I owe to you

I don't know what I was thinking

Lord what will I do?

 

A hundred and fifty lonely steps

From the mailbox to our door

I didn't know a stranger was there

Or what he had in store

 

A hundred a fifty days have gone

Since we laid you in the ground

We buried the picture you loved the most

Your body was never found

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