The heart hurts as if this beat is the last
With so much good overhead, the life stays in the past
You were found by chance and the thought of permanency fluttered
With the quickness of a breath, those words no longer uttered
You light up the room with a smile so bright
Your eyes sparkle and shine through the night
To once what could be
To what should be
To the chances that swept away
To the tear at the end of day
With the roar of the lion
I get through this day
With the courage and strength
Does death fade away
But when the day comes and my name is called
Your face will be the last I paint on God's mighty wall
Jul 8, 2020
Jul 8, 2020 at 3:35 PM UTC
The heart hurts as if this beat is the last
With so much good overhead, the life stays in the past
You were found by chance and the thought of permanency fluttered
With the quickness of a breath, those words no longer uttered
You light up the room with a smile so bright
Your eyes sparkle and shine through the night
To once what could be
To what should be
To the chances that swept away
To the tear at the end of day
With the roar of the lion
I get through this day
With the courage and strength
Does death fade away
But when the day comes and my name is called
Your face will be the last I paint on God's mighty wall
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