the faces of so many gone
they haunt across my past
I only hope and pray and dream
they walk on heaven's grass
the pain the strife the sorrow
of all of you who've gone
i must strain to live my life
and slowly i trudge on
the suicides and murders
the diseases and the death
i sit here and wonder what
passed through your mind
at point of final breath
i look into the sweet sunrise
feeling thankful in my day
i listen to the fall wind blowing
and in this world i'll stay
until the time that God decides
my work out here is done
and then i'll pass to heaven's grass
and dance in it's sweet sun
hopefully...
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