A Flower Upon Your Stone

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No more words these lips can say.

These knees even too tired to pray.

To let these tears flow down me cheek.

Who can help me now? I fall for i am weak.

The loss of one so close to my heart.

And she told me we would never be apart.

Now she is gone and things will not be the same.

now none of its worth it not even the fame.

Without her in my life its incomplete.

Even all these roses I've grown, now weep.

As i place this gun to me head and say you won't be alone.

All that is left is roses upon these headstones.

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⏰ Last updated: Dec 20, 2011 ⏰

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