I've watched enough people say goodbye.
I know enough angels in the sky
To know that next time, when I cry,
I'll be asking...
"Who's the next one left to die?"
'Cause people come and people go,
There's not enough stories told
To hold onto when we're old.
But everybody knows...
I've watched enough people say goodbye.
I know enough angels in the sky
To know that next time, when I cry,
I'll be asking...
"Am I the next one left to die?"
And when Jesus hung there on that cross,
While everybody laughed and mocked,
He felt the pain of everyone...
The pain from me and everyone.
He gets it more than anyone
Has ever felt before.
-Nikki
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Be You- Short Stories
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