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by Shelia West

Don't ask what kind of day I've had
Because I'll only make you mad.
I will be glad to see it end
And hope that overnight I'll mend.
The morning sun will bring fresh hope
And give me the strength I need to cope.

Don't ask me to stop loving you
Some things are more than I can do.
But I will turn and walk away
If that is the price I have to pay.
For your love taught me to how to give
And showed me what it means to live.

Don't ask me what kind of life I've had.
The answer will only make you sad.
My time on Earth will come to an end
But in heaven above I will mend.
For God's love will lift me high
And the angels will show me how to fly.

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