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I look to you with tired eyes and arms wide; guide me They say patience is a virtue, and when his hands dropped cold I waited Someone told me once that you know the meaning of life, the meaning of death; but I guess there's not much of a difference is there? Dear God, I hope you were watching as his soul spilled from his parted lips; I hope you watched me try to catch it with cupped hands and helpless armfuls I hope you're satisfied, he's quite a bitter man, I hope you treat him better than I ever did Please don't tell him I'm sorry, not because he already knows but because he'd never believe it God, I'm not quite sure how this whole death thing works, but last time I checked, he had no clue who I was And I know I'm new to this whole praying thing but dear God, I pray to you, please, please keep it that way He may not be the greatest man but he does not deserve that Dear God, I come to you with tired eyes, arms wide, and a lifetime supply of desperation or faith or whatever you call it up there Dear God, I hope you're listening
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May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 6:32 PM UTC
Dear God,
I look to you with tired eyes and arms wide; guide me They say patience is a virtue, and when his hands dropped cold I waited Someone told me once that you know the meaning of life, the meaning of death; but I guess there's not much of a difference is there? Dear God, I hope you were watching as his soul spilled from his parted lips; I hope you watched me try to catch it with cupped hands and helpless armfuls I hope you're satisfied, he's quite a bitter man, I hope you treat him better than I ever did Please don't tell him I'm sorry, not because he already knows but because he'd never believe it God, I'm not quite sure how this whole death thing works, but last time I checked, he had no clue who I was And I know I'm new to this whole praying thing but dear God, I pray to you, please, please keep it that way He may not be the greatest man but he does not deserve that Dear God, I come to you with tired eyes, arms wide, and a lifetime supply of desperation or faith or whatever you call it up there Dear God, I hope you're listening
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May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 6:32 PM UTC
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