Fearless people,
careless needle.
Harsh words spoken,
and lives are broken.
Forceful ageing,
help me I'm fading.
Heaven's waiting,
It's time to move on.
Crossing that bridge,
with lessons I've learned.
Playing with fire,
and not getting burned.
I may not know what you're going through.
but time is the space,
Between me and you.
life carries on... it goes on.
Just say die,
and that would be pessimistic.
In your mind,
we can walk across the water.
Please don't cry,
It's just a prayer for the dying.
I just don't know what's got into me.
Been crossin' that bridge,
with lessons I've learned.
Playing with fire,
and not getting burned.
I may not know what you're going through,
but time is the space,
between me and you.
There is a light through that window,
hold on say yes, while people say no.Life carries on,
Ohh!
It goes on....oh-ee-oh, whoa-ee-oh ho oh...
I'm crossing that bridge,
with lessons I've learned....
I'm playing with fire,
and not getting burned....
I may not know what you're going through.
but time is the space,
between me and you.
There is a light through that window,
hold on say yes, while people say no
'Cause life carries on....oh-ee-oh, whoa-ee-oh ho on...
It goes on....oh-ee-on,
It goes on.
Whoah.
Whoah.
Life carries on.
When nothing else matters.
When nothing else matters.
I just don't know what's got into me.
It's just a prayer for the dying.
For the dying.
From the great singer Seal, "A Prayer for the Dying". And NO, I'm not dying. I'm not really doing worth a fuck, but I don't think I'm dying, at least I'm reasonably sure!
But first here, you nust realize how hard it is to type and text. It is next to impossible. Yeah, you see nice clear sleek type here, but it is all the work of a stumble fuck! Believe me. So I'm done with typing. Read the lyrics. They'll touch your soul...
Jester
Annie-Mae, I hope you're doing great! Goodnight Mrs. Calabash, whereva you are! And maybe I'll try some more of this tomorrow! Thank you to every prayer giver and well wisher!
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