In Judy Woods, I walk with yearning's weight,
Where memories of Paul, I contemplate.
A brother lost to addiction's cruel tide,
In melancholic love, my heart can't hide.

The trees, they weep with whispering leaves,
As I wander on, my heart bereaves.
I long to hold him, to turn back time's stream,
In this somber reverie, lost in a dream.

With arms outstretched, I reach for the skies,
Tears in my eyes, I send out my cries.
"Dear God," I plead, my voice filled with pain,
"Bring him back to me, make me whole again."

The woods echo silence, my heartache profound,
In this sacred place, I search for a sound.
Yearning for his presence, a ghostly embrace,
In melancholic love, I remember his grace.

Though he's gone from this world, in my heart he'll reside,
A love so intense, it won't ever subside.
In Judy Woods, my tears freely flow,
For my brother, my Paul, I still yearn and love so.



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