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Grains of Sand
written by hamjammer We all together were surprised And no one there even knew why Lying in the bed with cancer The doctor said you were going to die Condemned to your bed What a way to end your life Not old age or bullet shot Not even suicide with a knife You had live the minutes free Although we all had doubt We couldn’t let you die like that And that is why we broke you out. Away from the hospital We drove on the road that lays Running to the beach To spend our final days Living inside a nook Taking nice strolls on the sands He was told by many to rest But we didn’t listen to their demands And so he died We buried you under the land And I brought you the thing you loved most A single grain of sand
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