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PAIN
Where can I got to stop the pain? 
How far is it to where it doesnt hurt?
Is it a place in this dimension?
When I find it, will it be my gain?
Feelings are something I can't handle
They hurt too much down deep
Can I survive this life?
By your picture I light a candle.
Do you see it?
Will it guide you home?
Or are you so far away beyond this earth?
Floating on the clouds so free?
Out there, no one there, so alone?
I ask God to guide you as He did before
Guide you toward my candle, home.
I found out it isn't where you can go now
Is this why the opening to my heart is like a closed door?

Jimmy's Bench bought and designed by his sister
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Written In Stone
Your gravestone finally arrived today,
Thats what the voice on the phone had to say.
Come check it over, make sure its right,
and I will set it before tomorrow night.
I cannot begin to describe the shock that I felt,
When I laid my eyes on the stone, another blow was dealt.
Seeing your name, written boldly in stone,
My knees got weak, and I heard myself moan.
It is final now, you really did die.
The name on the stone is not a lie.
Denial has gotten me far in life,
But I cant deny what is written in stone, my strife.
I had to run, hide in the truck,
cause the tears are falling, and my heart has been struck.
That name that is written upon that stone,
is my beloved son, yes, he is gone!
How many times can my heart be broken in two,
over and over, because I have lost you.
All I can think is Its written in stone.
My son is gone, and I sit here alone.
I really didnt expect to feel this much emotion
upon seeing your stone, and wish for a potion,
to erase the wrenching torment I feel in my heart,
a pain I have become familiar with, since we have been apart.
GOD I asked, How much longer?  How many more times ,must I feel this knife pierce my heart,
live riddles and rhymes?
I know he is better off up there with you in Heaven above
but what do I do without the son I love?
I watched as the stone was placed on your grave,And once again, I decided to be brave.
So I stuffed the heartache and pain deep inside,
with the rest of the feelings that I have to hide.
I told the caretaker, Its a beautiful stone.
But my face did not show it, and that voice continued to intone.
You cannot deny it, its written in stone.
 
Author Unknown