There’s such a crowd inside my head,
As I try to go to bed,
The lines backed up the crowd is thick,
And it’s hard to know which one to pick.
Who came first I just can’t see,
They clamber for me to set them free,
With the words I write upon the page,
The paper is their center stage.
The words that live with those who’ve passed,
Finally get to be told at last.
“Tell them I loved them tell them I cared,
For when I was living I just couldn’t share.”
Jennifer, Sarah, Justin and Ben say,
“I wish I could be with you once again,
It wasn’t my choice to leave this way,
My journey had ended I just couldn’t stay.”
“Someday we’ll all be together again,
All of our family and even our friends,
You’ll like it here it’s a beautiful place,
Where everyone lives with love and grace.”
I feel I’ve taken on a new role,
To channel those who’ve paid the toll,
Who can no longer speak the words,
I speak for them so they can be heard.
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