Death or Freedom?
The snow is falling,
ever so slow.
My heart is beating
sincerely low.
My breath is soft
and my lips are cold.
My arms are numb
and my soul is sold.
I waited for you
but you never came.
I guess that means
I'm the one to blame.
Life means nothing
now that you're gone.
I told you I'll be dead,
just before the dawn.
I'll lay here still,
and wait to see.
If God agrees,
then I'll be free.
ever so slow.
My heart is beating
sincerely low.
My breath is soft
and my lips are cold.
My arms are numb
and my soul is sold.
I waited for you
but you never came.
I guess that means
I'm the one to blame.
Life means nothing
now that you're gone.
I told you I'll be dead,
just before the dawn.
I'll lay here still,
and wait to see.
If God agrees,
then I'll be free.
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