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ON THE ROAD OF LIFE
On the road of life,
There is much strife,
Some cuts through you,
Like a knife.
Like the loss of family,
I've gone through such,
It tore me up,
And hurt me much,
I'll never again feel,
Their caring touch,
God I wish,
I could lock my pain,
Into a little hutch.
I tell myself it's just a dream,
But I know that's a lie,
My problem is,
I just don't know,
How to say goodbye.
