Happy Tear

It's so cold here, is this what it's like,

to know I'm done and through, imminent end in sight?

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I can't see, feeling this tingle in my fingertips,

Is this what it's like, to lose my grip?

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A light is all I can find, where the cavity is my chest,

It speaks to me, what sound of trumpets is this?

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I have love, even though I am solitudinous,

A father not by blood, but dirt and sess,

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Explanations of my creation and cremation with same-substance, being loved unconditionaly,

My God no one would believe it, if not only here,

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If he is really here, by my pectorial's symmetrical side,

I had no idea untill now, that when you come home; even God will cry.

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