Do you get to ask why,
Will he tell you and can you cry.
To remember those, you left behind,
Can you now read their mind.
How to help with the grief,
Do you hear the cries of disbelief.
Can you say sorry, you didn't want to leave,
My body wouldn't let me breathe.
Would you give anything back for those days of joy,
To have another kiss with that boy.
Do you sit on your grave & reflect on your life,
Think about how you were going to be his wife.
Wherever you go, do you grow old,
Can yo feel the winter, cold.
How long do you have to stay up there,
If it means reliving this, I don't think I could bare.
Soon the answers He will give,
But I'm not sure I want them if it means not to live.
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