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This is a song by Rascal Flatts that I have requested to
                                be played at my funeral in the very near future.

It must have been in a place so dark,you couldn't see the light,
reaching for you through that stormy cloud.Now here we are gathered
in our little home town,this can't be the way you meant to draw a crowd.

(chorus) Oh why,that's what I keep asking,was there anything I could have
              said or done.Oh I had no clue you were masking,a troubled soul,
              GOD only knows,what went wrong,and why you would leave the
              stage in the middle of a song.                                                           

Now in my mind I keep you frozen as a seventeen year old,rounding third 
to score the winning run.You always played with passion no matter what 
the game,when you took the stage you shinned just like the sun.

     (CHORUS)

Now the oak trees are swaying in the early autumn breeze,a bolt of sun is
shinning on my face.The tangled thoughts I hear,a mockingbird sings,this 
world really ain't that bad a place.

               Oh why,there's no comprehending,but who am I to try to judge
               or explain.Oh but I do have one burning question?Who told you
               life,wasn't worth the fight,they were wrong,they lied,now your
               gone,and we cried,cause it's not like you to walk away in the 
               middle of a song.Your beautiful song.



                                                                          Song by Rascal Flatts

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