I'm leaving the letters will say
I set sail for pastures older than time
Middle, High or Low
I'll take a picture for the paper
And leave a letter for you all
A through Z
All the names will change
From sinner to saint,
But when I leave,
Don't make me what I ain't.
Self inflicted pain
But tears of sadness for you
And only questions for you
I'm not afraid anymore
The puzzle pieces that I gave you
You'll sit down, And put them all together
But you'll never make a picture
Cause it doesn't all add up
So keep your blessed memories hallowed
When you hear about my gallows
Cause whatever I have given you
Truly is yours to keep
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