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Going To See The King - Poem by santana page

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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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 18, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 25, 2013

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