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Death’s salvation.
Death’s cold fingers on my hand
We’ll fly away, I’ll never land
He’ll lead me through this dark despair
A guiding light when no one’s there
He whispers love into my ear
I promise Him I’ll never fear
I’ll wait for Him until it’s time
If we meet once more, then I’ll be fine
His preaching leads me to my core
To where everything is dark and sore
With tears that I have never cried
Until I can no more see His light
This little spark, though, is still there
And I know that when I feel despair
There always will be one way out
When no one else can hear me shout.
We’ll fly away, I’ll never land
He’ll lead me through this dark despair
A guiding light when no one’s there
He whispers love into my ear
I promise Him I’ll never fear
I’ll wait for Him until it’s time
If we meet once more, then I’ll be fine
His preaching leads me to my core
To where everything is dark and sore
With tears that I have never cried
Until I can no more see His light
This little spark, though, is still there
And I know that when I feel despair
There always will be one way out
When no one else can hear me shout.
Published 20th Sep 2012
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21st Sep 2012 1:09am
OMFG! PURE AWESOMENESS, HOW DID U COME UP WITH THIS DUDE? ITS AMAZING, MOSTLY BECAUSE I LIKE THINGS THAT ARE DESCRIBED AS DARKED FEELING OR WHATEVER!
22nd Sep 2012 11:06am
