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A Leased Soul
It's the sadness that surrounds him
And you look and stare at the scene
Trying to capture what is happening
The loss, the hate, the scream

Stuck alone in his house
Rain pouring down outside
He howls to the moonlight
Fear is just catching his pride

Lost as tears come
He makes an effort to leave
He cannot reach the doors' handle
The scare has left him to his knees

The hours past slowly
The rain beats outside still
Grasping onto the door
He catches the winds' brutal chill

And slowly as he walks
To their favourite wooden bench
The rain there piercing through
The garbage, the rotten stench

And he sits there with her cane
That she used for many years
As she slowly succumbed to blindness
The chemo, the tests, the fears

And as the rain beats
How he misses her so
He sits there in the misery
The teardrops begin to flow

And each day he leaves a flower
For this was their place of peace
She is gone now forever
His soul -- heaven does forever lease.
 
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