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Skin And Bones Of My Own
Legs, skin and bones
I'm sorry I don't know you more
Sitting beside you in a nursing home
Your flesh is my own
I pray that there is a God
And that when your judgement day comes
He will see you as we do
Glorious as the sun
I'm certainly no nun
But I have heard
All those things you have done
You wrecked and still won
You've always been a fighter but you're gone
Please, let your chest ease
Don't struggle to breath
We all love you....
Except Alzheimer's disease
I'm sorry I don't know you more
Sitting beside you in a nursing home
Your flesh is my own
I pray that there is a God
And that when your judgement day comes
He will see you as we do
Glorious as the sun
I'm certainly no nun
But I have heard
All those things you have done
You wrecked and still won
You've always been a fighter but you're gone
Please, let your chest ease
Don't struggle to breath
We all love you....
Except Alzheimer's disease
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