It's hard to remember that everything has a reason,
Like the sun setting and the changing of the season,
Like lightning coming before the thunder,
Like the eyes of children filled with wonder.
I sit here alone, my eyes closed,
I need to remember the above I suppose,
When I feel pain, when I feel sad,
Remember there are somethings for which to be glad.
I don't have children, a wife, a home,
After my work, I return alone,
So when I pass on, nobody feels the pain,
The thought of that would drive me insane.
Don't get me wrong, I want all those things,
The comfort and love that they all bring,
But the bottom line is, the truth said out loud,
I'd rather go in solitute, than leave in a crowd.
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