Why?

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I know that this is for the best
This waiting game, this house arrest
This loneliness, like doing time
This punishment without a crime.

But underneath a great blue sky
It seems unholy now to cry.
I'll treasure every given breath,
Each moment that I've cheated death.

So many have faced so much pain,
Yet what I've lost can be reclaimed.
May all the things I am afraid of
Show me what I'm really made of.

When I ask, "How much longer?"
I'll think of those who are much stronger
Who have given so much more than I
They are my hope, my heart, my "Why?"

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