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When I die
When I die tell my girls that I miss them and love them,
that every second of my life I was thinking of them.
My son, tell him to hold it down, that he's the man now,
To use my life mistakes as a lesson.
I only pray the seeds that I planted in them blossom into blessings.
My time has passed, her only boy is gone,
but it was all decreed,
So tell my mom that there's no need to hold on and get to asking questions.
My wife, tell her that this is life.
When pages turn we move on to another chapter,
To hold her head, and that I'm here,
Patiently waiting for her in the hereafter...
that every second of my life I was thinking of them.
My son, tell him to hold it down, that he's the man now,
To use my life mistakes as a lesson.
I only pray the seeds that I planted in them blossom into blessings.
My time has passed, her only boy is gone,
but it was all decreed,
So tell my mom that there's no need to hold on and get to asking questions.
My wife, tell her that this is life.
When pages turn we move on to another chapter,
To hold her head, and that I'm here,
Patiently waiting for her in the hereafter...
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