I can't find the words to say.
The skies above are cloudy, black and gray.
Everyone surrounds you scared of your homecoming.
It's like waiting for a parade and softly hearing drumming.
It won't hit me until I hear the scream of my mother like she did with her father.
Her tears will fall, fall and fall and I'll have to hold her because I love her.
Your voice is so weak that it weakens me to shame.
I can't believe this is happening and I wonder why this came.
When someone dies another one is born, so they say.
Ironically we have two new additions to the Merriwethers
and it seems as if your slowly passing away.
I can't find the words to say.
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