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If the sun hadn't peaked below the land If we had noticed the presents given by His hand Maybe I'd not have to struggle to comprehend Why the music stopped
Hello is more than a begininng, it's a goodbye. Hello, from the other side I must have called a thousand times Why are you being like this?
I sit down, New baby in my hands. I look around our rundown apartment; “Where is he?” I whisper to the sleeping bundle in my arms. I already know the answer, He left; Never coming home.