Written by a friend.


The ache of sorrow in my breast,
The hurt that gnaws deep at my chest.

I must confess...

I feel like nothing is made right
Oh where, oh where is the light

Here I stand again it seems
Taken back to horrors dreams

O death you wheeled your power free
Yet I look for life found upon the Tree

Still my heart will feel the sting
And miss our loved ones set free to sing

Our lives entwined there too short a duration,
I trust, will one day be rejoined in joyous celebration!

All tears and fears will be washed away,
As we sit together on that happy day.

Yet now as I say my last goodbyes
I must confess...I still feel....

The ache of sorrow in my breast,
The hurt that gnaws deep at my chest.

--- Isaac Ring, 2010

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