AFTERMATH

Don't come to me when you're not feeling well

Don't come to me or make me tell

You how I wish I could heal every bone
you call your own
And don't ask me to cleanse your soul

After this, only time can make you whole

You're leaving here And you're going
To meet your husband Who gave you your child

And all the while That I held your hand

You still wore his golden band

Your leaving now is the end

But I'll always say you were my friend

Pack your bags and get

Leave here before your cheeks get wet

Leave your brother here before I don't let

You pack your bags and get

-- Copyright © 2010 by Anthony Buccino, all rights reserved.
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