The last I remember is all I have left,
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a blank expression, living solely on regret.
True love be me, in all I've lost,
a demented mind, beatened by cost.
So sad the love I've spoke to others,
so bad, I've lost, more than brothers.
A dainty blanket thrown onto me,
the last look, the last time, I will see.
Growing without him, can I move on?
The laughter I might bear, may be gone.
Until our meeting, upon the great blue,
until I can face, the ultimate of true.
Will I ever come to terms, with all that is real?
Will I ever win, this hand I do deal?
Moments of glory and prizes we obtain,
will never amount, to my story the same.
Ever after, the last of your breath,
and meeting the maker, the key to your death.
I will always think of you where it hurts within me,
an echo of pondering, bent by the family tree.
And blankly recall, all the times we shared,
dare not a soul, doubt that I do still care.
May all of your dreams, fill up all your last day,
and we bring forth a new song, while we pray.
Good bye, not just for me, but to all that morn,
broken by the day, and the nights that are scorn.
So with this, I leave you, under that stone,
and let you move on, to the place you'll call home.