In the darkest hours of the nite,
When I find I cannot sleep,
I often do this more then not,
Sit there alone and weep,

It isn't because of the time,
That I feel so alone,
It's because you're not here,
You've left me and you're gone,

I know about trials,
And tribulations too,
I know how mixed emotions,
Can cause one to feel blue,

But even though it's true,
And even with you not here,
I know within my heart, Love,
For me you really care,

I take a tissue from my stand,
And wipe away the tears,
As I sit alone,
I recall my life and years,

Some were good , some not so,
And life it must go on,
So in essence to this Love,
My heart you are, be stong~*....

 
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