A body lie dieing.
a body lie dieing, and what am I to do, someone is crying, and they look to you, you go on trying, to just be okay, but to often you find, you're running away, the body decaying, with ageyougrow, living you're learning, you'ld reather let go. so peace finds you helpless, and God gets He's way, the day you'll be gone, seems so fare away.
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