Have you ever looked up at the sky
And asked out loud "What is it like to die?"
Is it cold or warm, or no feeling at all?
Is there a light and if so big or small?
Do you walk around wondering if it is true?
Is there someone from Heaven or Hell to come get you?
I guess we'll never know untill our own deaths' do us in
We probably won't know till then.
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8 Barton 003168
I'm finding my way.
Like everybody else.
Accept me for me
8 Barton 003168
I'm finding my way.
Like everybody else.
Accept me for me