Death sneaks in and swoops your love one away.
You cry and ask the Lord,Why? Life is certainly not fair.
How could this happen to me? If only I would have done this
or if only I would have said that.
What ifs are no more. It is finished it is done.
Now rises before me the road of sorrow clouding up my
tomorrows. I know not what the day may hold, I don't want
to be told. I'll be alright in a little while. I'll smile
when people ask,How are you?
I'm hurting, I'm in pain.
But tomorrow I pray will be a better day.
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