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The rain falls down everywhere outside,
The funeral progression passes by my eyes,
My windows are painted black so death cant see me
But they roll down their windows I can feel them stare at me.
They're digging their holes in the ground to heaven,
Through this endless field with countless crosses,
Do they save a place for everyone,
To dig their hole to heaven.
I cant understand what it means to be alive,
Cause me I never really had a life,
They put their gun in my hands and said to me
Boy this is what you were meant to be.
This winter weather has hardened the ground,
Where I lay without a sound,
I look up and see through someone else's eyes
Staring at this land where my body lies.
They dug my hole to heaven,
I'm laying here with a faded picture of you,
Theres an empty hole beside me,
I saved for you.
Blaine McCanless
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