Here's to the women abandoned by her husband Who left her for another woman And to her children for half the love they've been given Has left them all of a sudden Blessed are those who mourn For they shall receive great comfort But still i found death seems to bring forth life All your heartaches All your sufferings All your trials... Are Gold Here's to the woman who's left to raise her children She doesn't know the first thing about how to make a living And all the birthdays, and ballgames, and Christmas mornings will never be the same Blessed are the poor in spirit For theirs is the kingdom of heaven But still i found death seems to bring forth life All your sorrows All your pain All your trials...are Goldl
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