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He Is There
Some nights are cold, some days are dark,
Some are more than I can bare.
But it's not so bad, not so scary,
knowing he is there.
Walking alone down a dusty highway,
the wind rustling through my hair.
Non walk's too long, nor too lonely,
remembering he is there.
There are days I want to give up, end it all,
crying in pain and despair.
But wounds do heal, tears do dry,
because he is there.
A lifetime of joy, a lifetime of memories,
a life beyond compare.
None of it seems right, none of it seems fair,
knowing he can never be there.
