
I have lost a love today
and I'm overwhelmed by pain.
I don't think I'll smile again.
Can life ever feel the same?
We said we'd stay together,
forever by each other's side,
but forever is a privilege
reserved for only those who've died.
I cannot help but wonder
if I've failed him in some way.
If I'd done something different
would he still be here today?
Every life must one day end
and each heart must know the pain
when those we could not live without
pass on and we remain.
But our grief and tears and sorrow
prove their lives were not a waste
it means they've made a difference
and left this world a better place.
The memories we keep of them
show what we're all made of,
for a life that knows no loss
is a heart that cannot love.
Goodbye my dearest friend
there's one thing I always knew:
I was no one till someone loved me
and that someone was you.
Your ghosts are all around me,
your memories I'll keep,
until my dying day
when I'll join you in your sleep.
No matter where you go
you'll always be my friend
and no matter what occurs
I'll always love you in the end.
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It's been 2 years to the day since Lance died, seven-hundred and thirty days and not a single one spent not missing him.
and I'm overwhelmed by pain.
I don't think I'll smile again.
Can life ever feel the same?
We said we'd stay together,
forever by each other's side,
but forever is a privilege
reserved for only those who've died.
I cannot help but wonder
if I've failed him in some way.
If I'd done something different
would he still be here today?
Every life must one day end
and each heart must know the pain
when those we could not live without
pass on and we remain.
But our grief and tears and sorrow
prove their lives were not a waste
it means they've made a difference
and left this world a better place.
The memories we keep of them
show what we're all made of,
for a life that knows no loss
is a heart that cannot love.
Goodbye my dearest friend
there's one thing I always knew:
I was no one till someone loved me
and that someone was you.
Your ghosts are all around me,
your memories I'll keep,
until my dying day
when I'll join you in your sleep.
No matter where you go
you'll always be my friend
and no matter what occurs
I'll always love you in the end.
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
It's been 2 years to the day since Lance died, seven-hundred and thirty days and not a single one spent not missing him.
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