A million cliques spring to mind,
None of them sound right,
The loss never seems to soften much,
But your soul it continues to bite.
The one thing that helps me through,
That stops me going insane,
Is that the loved one who's passed away,
Wouldn't want to cause you pain.
You have my sympathies, Mcleod,
From here that's all I can do,
But feel free to email me,
If that may at all help you.