(Is it over? Is it over now? Can I open my eyes? Are you done?)
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I hope death is as glamorous as
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You dreamt it would be, I pray for your sake it¡¯s that
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I hope you found your way,
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Got fabulous seats
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Tickets, a front row view to witness our grief
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You yearned for the tomb
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The comfort of your mother¡¯s womb
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The sense of control
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When left on your own
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I yearned for a part
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Of your decision, a place in your heart
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A say in the matter before you¡¯d depart.
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Have you ever loved, have you ever feared
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That your heart could burst from pain
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If I was not there
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You gave life to us, your father and I
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Then took it away
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Without telling us why
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You yearned for the tomb
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The comfort of your mother¡¯s womb
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The sense of control
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When left on your own
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I yearned for a choice
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A last chance to hear your frail voice
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Tell me ¡°it¡¯s alright,
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Get back to your night¡±
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I yearn for a fight
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A scream that wakes us in the night
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And hour of tears
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To hug away your fears
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Not this clinical silence
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And a name I can no longer say
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Not bottomless sadness
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That you went away.
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The End
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| Maria Mena |
