I see your pain.
I know your gain.
I felt the same
When I took your blame.
When you cry,
When you ask why,
I wipe the tears.
I am near.
When you are sad
Feeling bad,
I'll hold your hand.
I understand.
I know your pain.
And, I know what you'll gain.
Because I was slain,
You've never been the same.
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Leslie Reavely
May 2005
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