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Heavenly tears run down my face,
hope they wash away all my fears.
Fathertime is telling me my life is running out,
Something Funny death like to talks about.
I see no friendly faces, they all look fake,
Bit by bit my soul they slowly take.
Never once have i seen peace in my heart,
Everything i seem to do is falling apart.
Love is something I wish so dear,
But my mind wont let me near.
Tell me now before i die,
Whats it like to feel as tho alive,
And Cry?