have so little faith left, in the god that took you away.
I tell myself I will see you again someday.
I don't want to think, talk or hear about you,
because i fear that the things the preacher said aren't true
the sweet memories make me cry
so i keep them tucked away in my mind
guarding them like a dragon his gold
wishing it was you I could hold.
wishing your warmth would drive away this cold
only you could take away this pain
only you can drive away this rain
I treasure each moment of our past
I have to make the last
because if your heaven isn't mine
its all i will have left of you and I.
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I've learned that different religions believe in different forms of the after life. My fear is that maybe my loved ones will end up somewhere else.....and I wont get to see them ever again :'(
