At your Service

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At your service

 

The road I take a lonely road.

I have no friends or relatives

 Nor have I any fixed abode.

my only purpose ending lives.

 I do not choose which lives to take

Contrarywise they call on me

 to bring an end to their heartache.

 When life’s become a misery

If they are living in great pain

and have no way of gaining ease

A burden too much to sustain.

They welcome me I bring release

When you find life too much to bear.

 Just call to me and I will hear.

 

26-Oct-08

 

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