These are the days we live, breathe, and die for
So much to gain and so much to cry for.
Cherish the ones who cherish you too
Beloved are those, both humble and true.
In pain there is growth and renewal of life
If we could switch places, I'd bear your knife.
It's true, you know, how they say when you die
Your sould will move on and live in the sky.
I know you are happy and free to remain
And I hope for the day, I can see you again.
Nov 7, 2011
Nov 7, 2011 at 3:35 PM UTC
These are the days we live, breathe, and die for
So much to gain and so much to cry for.
Cherish the ones who cherish you too
Beloved are those, both humble and true.
In pain there is growth and renewal of life
If we could switch places, I'd bear your knife.
It's true, you know, how they say when you die
Your sould will move on and live in the sky.
I know you are happy and free to remain
And I hope for the day, I can see you again.
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