My life has been short, only nine years and forty
I guess I had fun, but often was naughty
It might all come down to the way I was bred
Nurtured, protected, so easily led
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Never took chances to go it alone
Walked out on my parents to run my own home
Missed out on college, pursued my career
Had children and married, at which some will sneer
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Oft I have wished that some things I could change
Could have met others, my life rearranged
Things could have been different if only I had tried
Not to rush into things, listened to all sides
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Only now I am bearing the many regrets
Shouldering my worries, hanging onto regrets
But he wont reassure me, of the future so fearful
If I knew he was gone, I would no longer be tearful
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But now, as I see it, my life is so grim
Depression and sadness, so quickly creep in
I feel, now, that life is not worth waiting for
I cant bear the thought that he’ll return to my door
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This worry is tearing its way through my heart
I sit here right now, and I wish to depart
This world and the sadness I long for a cure
But to meet with my maker holds such an allure
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But how do I do this, to bear me no shame
Its not so courageous, may darken my name
My children will miss me, perhaps a few more
But one day they will know of the pain my heart bore
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I cannot go on, darkened nights, sullen days
Pretend to be happy when I am just in a daze
I bid you goodbye now, I must say adieu
But remember, those near me, I will always love you.
Writing and Rhythm 