Did you think of the blood?
Or the dirt on your hands
Heaven won’t waitBut hell accepts all
It’s what they call life
The night can surround
And blanket the cold You can shake bitter in the chill
Hold on tight to the love
Find the warmth in her heart
It’s not right or wrong, it just is
This ghost she awaits you
It may not be as realBut she is there just the same
It could be just hate
But it feels more like pain
You can try to find some peace
We should all have a littleBut all that is, is hope
That what cannot come back?
Still may find a home.
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