They took him away from me
His love, there was no time to show me
No doubt, he loved me so much
I still remember the loaf of bread
The brown five and the ten red
I always scratch his back with a comb
But now I only see his tomb
I always wish he is still alive
To me he would abide
A little boy thinking he would wake
Now I know all is just fake
He is not going to come back again
And I will never see him again
That’s one thing about life
Sometimes you seem not to see the light.
By J_amaze
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