| | It's late,
And I'm still awake.
And so I write,
Yet another reprise.
It's now July, and June no longer remains.
And with it, hopefully so has the pain.
I can't quite explain why it had to be that way,
And I'm so sorry it had to be you, or on that day.
Yet now I feel a strange kind of empty,
Empty, but not quite unhappy.
This dull ache, this emptiness I feel,
This God-shaped void, only He can fill.
He sees me and He knows me,
He will always walk beside me.
I want to jump with my eyes wide open,
To let Him guide my every step, the road less taken.
It's going to be alright my child He says,
July has come, and with it, a brand new day.
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