To discern your pain is distressing

Beauty cold is strenuous to hold

You can lay in a dress of resplendent

But rise from slumber, I would miss you the most

You work your bones into the gravel 

Your energy lives as much as a wet candle

Can’t help but wonder why there is never money on the table

His hunger needs a compromise

You can skip a meal again


Please! Don’t die on sorrow

Where your smile never finds a home

And anger leaves your shadow alone

Beautiful would lose its meaning

Hard-working would not exist

I would lament your absence

As the world would weep


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