Days Go By
Days,
Weeks,
Months go by.
Still I ask the Dear Lord why.
Someone so young,
So much life left to live.
Someone so caring,
So much love left to give.
I mourn the passing of my best friend.
Days,
Weeks,
Months on end.
Days Go By
Days,
Weeks,
Months go by.
Still I ask the Dear Lord why.
Someone so young,
So much life left to live.
Someone so caring,
So much love left to give.
I mourn the passing of my best friend.
Days,
Weeks,
Months on end.
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