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We are what we live to be

I never expected this to happen to me

A sickness released in my family

My fathers death a sign of Enternity



Spending my time next to his bed

Fear that the worse will be next

I'm only 15 I don;t need this to happen

Please don't leave me



I slowely get up and have a strang feeling

Something has happen but is not yet reveled

I get a phone call the worse had happend

My father was taking from me



I cried and cried and didn't believe

I spent my days not talking

I never was the same



Until one day I finally prayed

One wish to see my father once again

It happen and now faith and I are friends



Sort out my time

Spent writing lines

God and my Father

Always by myside

As I cry