Re:ligion
"Tell, me momma, why do you cry?"
I asked out loud in deep despair
"It is God's will; I'm gonna die.
Regardless of who might think it's fair"
It hit me then - the reason why
I held her hand and brushed her hair
We all know when to say goodbye
I asked out loud in deep despair
"It is God's will; I'm gonna die.
Regardless of who might think it's fair"
It hit me then - the reason why
I held her hand and brushed her hair
We all know when to say goodbye
When God has left and doesn't care
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