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When was the last time you felt the lump of heartache in your throat - Counted the minutes until you could wipe the smile from your face and let the sadness rise to the surface To come in waves of grief released for fears of what may be to come... Saying goodbye with a poker face While tracing the lines of his face in memory Go with God I said to you Praying Angels will see you through Storms of heat and sand, darkness and demons Come home to us, healthy and strong Be my brother, her father and a husband, a son that is loved beyond comparison... How long will you tempt the Gods before u realize u are just a man Made of dust and bones - made to love, forgive and try again?
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Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 7:32 PM UTC
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When was the last time you felt the lump of heartache in your throat - Counted the minutes until you could wipe the smile from your face and let the sadness rise to the surface To come in waves of grief released for fears of what may be to come... Saying goodbye with a poker face While tracing the lines of his face in memory Go with God I said to you Praying Angels will see you through Storms of heat and sand, darkness and demons Come home to us, healthy and strong Be my brother, her father and a husband, a son that is loved beyond comparison... How long will you tempt the Gods before u realize u are just a man Made of dust and bones - made to love, forgive and try again?
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Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 7:32 PM UTC
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