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When the hands of grief strides our heart
And our minds seeks the warmth of a loved one gone
‘God knows best’ is all we recite
How do you bandage a broken heart?
What is the true measure of pain?
Will our souls ever heal of its scars?
How much weight does a memory carry?
Maybe we will never know
What lies on the other side of pain
But this much I know:
God knows best
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