How i cursed so many people before
how i hated myself, him, her and you
the heavens were poisoned and so much more
the angels were baneful, i knew it true
and then the day you died i did not cry
and people just looked upon me with shame
as if i were the guilty one who lied
as if your death was certainly my blame
should not i have thrown a vapor of tears
upon all those who ranted and raved so
i really was scared, overwhelmed by fears
to know you were gone and to let you go
--God could you really have given the strength
-- to endure my pain of such a long length?
