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We always wonder why,Why do birds fly,
Why do loved ones die,
Why are we afraid to cry,When looking to the sky we often wonder why,
All of us have our stress and ruff things
we see,all of us have our
places to go to be free of pain,the one
space that refrains me from
my strain is thinking of
my father,deep within
my heart i maintain a visual picture
of him being the Main,When i go to this world i can be free
of the worlds hectic twirrel,within myself
i believe that i will once again see,see
the ones i have lost and
the ones i have loved,all of this
brought to me from the Great One above,my
father was great to me,
and im sure that now he is gone his soul
has been set free and
it is him that soon i will see..
Shawn M Fox
Why do loved ones die,
Why are we afraid to cry,When looking to the sky we often wonder why,
All of us have our stress and ruff things
we see,all of us have our
places to go to be free of pain,the one
space that refrains me from
my strain is thinking of
my father,deep within
my heart i maintain a visual picture
of him being the Main,When i go to this world i can be free
of the worlds hectic twirrel,within myself
i believe that i will once again see,see
the ones i have lost and
the ones i have loved,all of this
brought to me from the Great One above,my
father was great to me,
and im sure that now he is gone his soul
has been set free and
it is him that soon i will see..
Shawn M Fox
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