Grief is the Price of Love
Sometimes life feels
like you're just trying to hold your head out,
to hold up the heaviness of it all.
Everything is heavy, but you make it feel light.
Everything is dark, but you radiate light.
When you were gone, I was lost,
Hysteria in my head, heaviness in my heart.
The smoke has now cleared and with it my mind,
but my heart is so heavy. Will you be my light?
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