To be man you don’t cry
You must stand up and be tall
It’s the way of the world
Oh bugger it all
How to deal with the pain
That is burning inside
For the loss of my wife
I won’t cry it’s called pride
But deep in the night
When I lay all alone
The pain it is there
Who will I call on the phone?
To release all emotions
All pent up and strong
The pain and the suffering
From her death all along
I’m going it alone
If I have to let go
Because cry I am going to
So be it!
Don Stratford © 13/9/2005
Don Stratford
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