Heart gone, Ripped from my chest. Now only an empty space. What now? Try to do my best. One day leave this place.
We will dance in the clouds. Spin past the moon. My prayer is we are reunited soon.
Quiet as I watch the days pass. Knowing my time here won't last. Death has no class. without fear come take me slow or fast.
Seems we meet alot as now I'm getting old. Yet death could never be my friend. Hearts are never bought or sold. Still death has the last laugh in the end.
Originally Posted On Site: 2011-03-29 04:30:37
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