Carried By The Wind
As my prayers were carried by the wind,
I cried, and tears pooled deep within my heart.
All the hopes upon which our dreams were pinned;
subsequently started falling apart.
And as anxiety's climb got its start,
I began to feel faith was not enough.
I always knew your passing would be tough:
yet I was devastated when you died.
And I have to admit grief can be rough:
it's constantly tearing me up inside.
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