Why Her, Why Now?

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When I hear the news
I’m too numb to cry
All I can think
Is why did she die
Then I begin to sob
As I stare out the window
I cry and I think
Why was it now
When I am alone
I think about the others in the car
And I ask why was it her
Now as I begin to heal
And the grieving becomes less
I don’t wonder why as much
But when will I see her again





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