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I wrote this to inspire him to better himself, it did make him cry, touched his heart and so it is, Bryan's Song.
My first husband died in a suicide in 99.
He rushes out to meet the day,
before the sun comes up.
And he is mumbling a simple prayer
while warming up his truck.
He pulls in tired and beat,
wondering how he can stand the heat.
She comes out smiling with a babe in her arms
and his little boy comes running across the yard..
Well his heart fills with love and pride.
you know they are the reason why,
he doesn't mind the sacrifice,
for them he would give his very life...
His very life....
He gave his life....
© 2006 Miriam Monroe