When God holds me, hanging from the sky,
Will you lend a passing eye,
And wonder why on this fine night,
The lord has snatched a star so bright?
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Living In Vain
When God holds me, hanging from the sky,
Will you lend a passing eye,
And wonder why on this fine night,
The lord has snatched a star so bright?
Or will you pass without a glance,
Assuming that it is by chance,
That tonight the sky is dim and black,
Saddened by the light I lack?