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For the Ones Left BehindI shed no tears for you who sleep,
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nor for the clay that breathes no more;
for why should any faithful weep
for one who suffers nevermore?
These tears are for those left behind,
for us who must remain alone,
deprived of light nor hopeful sign,
long waiting for our journey home.
The years of life creep slowly by
while we await our coming end,
yet not a day marks those who die,
who with the angels Christ attend.
With spirit tongues, you sing of hope,
in song eternal life proclaim,
in vain attempt to help us cope
with never seeing you again.
Your joy cannot to earth descend,
nor douse bereavement's wicked bite,
so pray instead this heart to mend
until the day we reunite.
Though life is long, and death is sweet,
years yet must pass before we meet.
And I will strive to remain strong,
though days are raw and life is long.