Will

Sometimes I wonder, why you went asunder

When two young boys needed thee

Even souls free of strife, can’t make much of a life

With their bodies buried at sea

 

Then I hear your voice, giving me the choice

What kind of woman will I be?

And I pray to my father, come hell and high water,

It’s your blood that runs through me

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