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Lord Why?
There must be a simpler plan,
There must be an easier way,
When the weight of the world lifted off my shoulders,
You brought a dark cloud my way.
Now I'm feeling weak,
And I can't eat or sleep,
The walls are closing in,
On my once nice and cozy den.
For when times got tuff he was my comfort,
and when the going got rough he eased my heart,
And when I felt like breaking down he was my backbone,
Now your tearing me apart.
Were is my miracle,
because god knows I prayed,
That would never have to live to see his dying day.
