He said: `Don’t cry`. But that was long ago. I felt more confused than frustrated, more hurt than anything for I’m a fool for faithfully believing in God, in the power of prayers, in love and light, in death unto us part, in hope and charity and that everything will be okay and `honky-dory`.
While the pure light of another soul is dimming, the heat of the sun is scorching the earth. And life passes by me and mine while we wait in line for death to welcome us home.
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