Could you carry on?
The rain it pounds upon my door,
My tears, they drop upon my face.
If I had had the choice to live,
I would not choose to live at all.
He saved the street from sudden death,
when there was trouble he would dart,
he was a hero through and through,
but then he broke my heart.
The world around me seems not to care.
The sun still shines and the rain's still there.
The grass is still green and the sky is still blue,
but my insides feel clouded and dark.
Sometimes I wonder "can I go on?"
I wonder "how can I still be alive?"
But then I realize that I must carry on,
because he lost his life for mine.
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