Can we really expect ourselves to understand

Pain is measured in a time of confusion

We each want to hurt without any reprimand

Our soul in immediate responsive reaction

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I remember when I was just a little kid

A cousin love of mine had just passed away

I walked around the block to see the skid

Pavement and blood dried in sunlight today

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Fascinated by fear and the unknown truths

I wondered then about death and felt tears

Real moments that defined grief as a ruth-

Less reality that only God could revere

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Today I draw real water soft and pure, a cleansing cry

A sacred release; my human emotions real cannot die