laying upon the open grave
saying my last good byes
looking to the dark sky
seeing the bright stars shine upon me
what beauty shines in thine eye
scares me to think thats were I'll be
I lost my chance forever
stuck here thinking why
remmbering the day I died
the pain that hit so hard
leaving all of you to cry
but free I am
to swore upon the heavonly stars
you look above to see
that love don't shine to be
crazy to think I'm gone
but heavon is not were I'll be
I will not go to hell for shure
but to the darkness is were I'll be
I've been held down by chains
now I will say just let it rain
my path has been picked
makeing my last wish
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