He sits and wonders He doesn't understand why Someone so kind must suffer So much He sits and watches She takes her last breath Her hand goes limp His tears flow freely He sits and listens The preacher talks Her pain has ended, her mountain climbed She has gone to rest in the hands of God He sits, he watches, he listens, He can't understand, he doesn't know why His mother mad to suffer Why his mother died.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this for a friend of mine whose mother recently dies of cancer.
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