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THEPYROGUY
| | Posted on Friday, November 08, 2002 - 04:20 am: | |
Maybe in another life, I could find you there.
Gone away before your time, I can't deal with it it's so unfair.
And it feels, yeah it feels like Heaven is so far away.
And it feels, and it feels like the world has grown cold
Now that you've gone away.
Putting flowers on your grave, shows that I still care.
Black roses and hail Mary's can't bring back what was taken from me.
I reach to the sky, and call out your name.
But if I could trade, I would.
And it feels, yeah it feels like Heaven is so far away.
And it stings, yeah it stings now the world has grown cold
Now that you've gone away.
I reach to the sky, and call out your name.
Oh please let me trade, I would. |
Horrorfan24
Username: Horrorfan24
Registered: 03-2003
| | Posted on Thursday, April 03, 2003 - 12:52 am: | |
Cool! What a beautiful poem,Thepyroguy! At the end,though,what do you mean by "let me trade,I would"? Just curious. |
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