'When' the tears fall, down from your face.
'Like, the blood of Christ, ' the day God was crusified.
When, you feel numb.
But, 'The pain is still there.'
To let you know, 'your still alive.'
'When' you feel, you want to die.
Cause, 'your whole life feels like one big lie.'
It's 'hard to hold on sometimes.'
Cause, 'lifes not the same, ' when 'your old self dies.'
And, 'your spirit fights hard.'
Cause, 'your fighting for Christ.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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