Alone, Battered
Defeated and Bruised
Leave ones that are left,
There, Alone and unamused
When One Is reduced
To holy carbon bone
In death, you'll mourn
Cos You're Left all alone
Don't fret, however
You're Not Alone
What you have left
Of them, is how
You remember them forever
You're alone in a
Very Dark Abyss
without them, however
Memories are made
Of Them-
Memories are made of this.....
Dear Uncle, You had All the time
For me, Help, when I needed it
You Carried me lke A Blessing
Most of all..... If Only tears
could build a staircase,
and memories laid a road,
I can climb into heaven
and bring you back home again
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