The preacher man said let us bow our heads and pray. Lord please lift his soul and heal this hurt. Then the congregation all stood up and sang the saddest song that she ever heard. Then they handed her a folded up flag and she held on to all she had left of him, oh and what could have been. And then the guns rang one last shot and it felt like a bullet in her heart. Baby why'd you leave me, why'd you have to go? I was counting on forever, now I'll never know. I can't even breathe. It's like I'm looking from a distance, standing in the background; everybody's saying that he's not coming home now. This can't be happening to me, this is just a dream.
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