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Matt
There’s so much anger and so much pain
and every time you hear a knock
your body changes, your peace disturbed.
Another one wanting in,
then another one out, another friend gone.
You breathe in, breathe out slowly,
your face hardens, sunken.
A mask hiding all the past agony.
It’s never easy to close the door,
to say good-bye.
But they are on the unknown.
You have gotten a secret source of strength,
one that everyday whispers
the sweetest word in the world,
Mom.
and every time you hear a knock
your body changes, your peace disturbed.
Another one wanting in,
then another one out, another friend gone.
You breathe in, breathe out slowly,
your face hardens, sunken.
A mask hiding all the past agony.
It’s never easy to close the door,
to say good-bye.
But they are on the unknown.
You have gotten a secret source of strength,
one that everyday whispers
the sweetest word in the world,
Mom.