Going To See The King Poem by santana page

Going To See The King



Drip, drip, drip
the sound of the tears running down my face
its repeating so, that it has a steady pace
I never thought that loosing you could be this much pain
Our love was so wealthy, but now it turned into flames
we both made mistakes, so why judge each other
I just wish this could have lasted forever
As i got the call that you have gone to meet the king
I just held my head down thinking why me
But I noticed its not your fault and nethier is mine
But only god can tell you when its time
I Have no worreies now that your are gone
I will see you when its time for me to come home
You are now a offical Member no longer a guest
Now its your time to lay at peace and rest
So long my angle so long.......

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mother and I wanted to do something together
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