The Pain

the pain that i doeth suffer

it hath paled in compare

to agony of youth 'twas lost

and naught there was to share



for i possess such memories

that youth will ne'er see e'er

and there be love upon this earth

'twas beautiful and rare



for not i mourn just for myself

but for all the souls in grief

remember we share common pain

through Lord there is relief
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