Life
Heaven is so much closer than it seems.
Who lives, who dies...
its already written, just hasn't been seen.
Who decides on the life of a son?
a daughter? a mother? a brother?
Gone so quickly, with no goodbye.
My heart cries for that little girl's father.
A good man, one of the few
gone, by the blink of the eye.
God, oh God.
What are you trying to say?
I heard once that everythings for a reson.
And this?
this is one hard thing to swollow.
My prayer to you,
Is just help me through.
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