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Sad
The darkest hour before the dawn
Just take time out to think and mourn
For loved ones who have passed away
For children killed most everyday
Beneath the wheels of cars or trucks
Or just taken away from us
We mourn for young ones and for old
Returned to mother earth to hold
Their days on earth are now fulfilled
God wants them back it is his will
And though our hearts are full of pain
Seeing their face from a picture frame
Time will heal our broken heart
From pain inside when we did part
Life will carry on as norm
In bright new rays of a brand new dawn