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When he went away for the last timeIt wasn't so easy, words were hard to findAnd the cows in the barn knew it was milking timeMust of been real hard to leave everything behind,Over there a moonless night shivering a secret frightIt wasn't so easy.And how many missions more, where to and what for?Ask the government, tell it to the cows in the barnThen there was the moon, what did the moon see?Saw the blade of grass in one boy's eyeAnd pain that'll make you glad you're dyingHands that dribbled the basketballVoice that sang out of tuneLove that ended too soonA nose that bled for better reasons.When he went away for the last timeIt wasn't so easy, words were hard to findAnd the cows in the barn knew it was milking timeIt was milking time but he was so far away,So far away that even prayers could not reachSo he died there.When he came back for the last timeIt wasn't so easy, words were hard to findAnd we buried him before it was milking timeThe preacher said it was all right, the Lord is my ShepherdBut I shall want to know why. From Letras Mania