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I can’t wrestle with the stormy nights
The pain crimped inside
The pain of sorrow
The sorrow of loneliness
The loneliness of deception
And the deception of pain
Why wasn’t I there fore you?
Easier it would have been
Time still would have passed,
But slower, even slower now
You have left us
Why?
Why wasn’t I there for you?
When it happened
Or at the church where you died
Why wasn’t I there for…
Goodbye