I went to see you at your grave
But you were never there
You went the moment that you died
To sit on Heaven’s stair
To ponder why you took your life
To hope that you’d get in
That you’d be cleansed of all the dark
And in the end you’d win
I went to see you at your grave
But you were never there
For you were in the arms of God
Within his tender care
(5-11-2013)
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