Lost

Sitting here, with a bunch of noise surrounding me
I feel like an intruder
Like I don’t belong here.
Dear God, please help me
I need to feel your touch, need to feel your presence.

So take me high above
But let me say goodbye to all those people
Just take me high and let me love you
Love you as my father.

I’m standing now, beside my grave
All my loving ones are here.
I can see their tears, I can see their souls.
They all cry for a person they lost.
I’m sorry mom, I’m sorry dad
But they made me do this.

So you took me high above
And I didn’t say goodbye.
I told you I’ll always love you but
now…. it makes me cry.

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Dodano: 2006-10-20 08:12:29

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