DEATH IN THE FAMILY.


THOSE WHO USED TO SPEAK, SPEAK LESS

And you'll get no more sense from those who thought they knew best.

Those who used to think, think more, so much so your minds red raw.

Those who still hate, hate for a whole different reason,

so if you weren't to happy for you there'll be no pleasing.

Those who never cry, cry harder, and those who walked away walk further.

Those who used to sit now lay down,

and all those who said they'd stay are no longer around.

There are those who give you shoulders to lean on and tissues to cry in,

there's many who don't know what to say but still they keep on trying.

There are those who give a nod and wink as if to say sorry,

they hug and kiss and in soft words say love God and don't worry.

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