Why must I sit dispassionate, when I so
clearly feel the pain
As you read your words aloud, the tears
they well again
But I cannot show emotion, I cannot down
my guard
In a moment I must rise again, you've no idea how hard
It is for me to do this, I’m not made of
stone or wood
I would join you in your grieving, deep down I feel I should
But dispassionate I must remain, when I
get up to address
My words are strong and full of force, but inside
I am a mess
It’s not your pain I'm stealing, but my feelings
are for you
I put myself in this place, doing what it
is I do
Every time it's different, but this one grabbed
me deep
I wish you well as you go on, and for the
memories that I’ll keep
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