Here Without You

August 6, 2010
The sun is gone
The moon is up
Dancing its way across the sky

Tears of Angels fall
In the form of rain
They all continue to cry

The stars are dim
Dim with pain
They no longer wish to shine

When you died
You left behind
Feelings of grief, no longer divine

The wind, it whispers
It howls in grief
It groans its sorrow

I fear that life
In this grief-stricken world
I won’t make it to the morrow

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