Words are all I have, they can be fun, they can tease
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But I’m struggling for words that solace and appease
How does one pay respects to one so revered?
As I type this was the day I’d always feared
Whilst the world does keep on turning
My heart and soul is yearning
To be of comfort in your hour of need
Instead of words all I have is deeds
So, please allow me to say
And pay respects in my own way
That whilst I’m unsure of how to act
From your grief I don’t mean to detract.