Precious lord take me by the hand
take my hand
take me home
It's strange I woke up
This morning fine and breathing
But still I miss
Being alive
If I had a choice I'd choose to be a detective
So that I'd investigate
What happened to my life
I know I once had it
Just like the rest of you
I was once living
What happened to the person who stole it?
Has that thief been brought to justice?
That person stole
The first gift
That was ever given to me
That person took what was given to me
By my father
How heartless can a person get?
Taking away the only connection
I had with my father
It all feels like yesterday
The days filled
with joy and laughter
How did I end u here?
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