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The Lonely

When death called upon us
He stood there like a stone
And when there was comfort
He wanted to be alone

He didnít visit him alive
Why see him when heís dead
I canít figure out
Whatís going through his head

Disrespect, no honor
To the family thatís around
The family ties that exist
He doesnít feel bound

And someday there will come
When help is what heíll need
But after all thatís been done
No one will answer his plead

So we live our lives
Wondering what went wrong
And we will keep on striving
Without him being along

© 2005, Allen Scott Culp I