My soul is wrapped in sadness,
With words I can not say.
I find myself as broken down
there's nothing left to pray.
Your voice recorded from long ago,
Your face is but an echo;
and now I see what you left behind
but nothing compares to having you here.
The last man alive to love me
is now gone.
Left with a void and no one to lean on.
I'm tired...
I come home to screaming children, oblivious to things of depth.
I come home to laundry, dishes and dinner.. and bills that were left.
Come home to what?
No time to mourn
Back in to the wheel I go.
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