Laying at the grave
Whose love I had crave
With no power to save
Goodbye I had to wave
With nothing much to say
I called it the worst day
Atmost the month of May
Just like a by the way
Goodbye waves were made
For all his days had fade
All the good he had wed
Made much of tears to shed
Yours love to retrieve
Needs much than a strive
Like a struggle to survive
In the midst of a beehive
Where did I go astray??
That everything parts away
Just like a sun ray
Taking their own way
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