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An Old Song

 
The day was long
So many unanswered prayers
She sat on her bed and sighed
As her mind remembered an old song
Each day seemed worst than the last
Of faith, beliefs, and trying to forget the cares.
She began to sing
Her heart started to beat
So many thoughts and so many tears
That old song and the story
Of the past, the present, God, the years!
Him and her, she and him
The love, the home and the worry.
Singing that old song.
Written by QuinnARichardson
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