My
heart cries
As
I walk through the valley of death,
Dark
stormy clouds above my head,
which
my mind seems to have misread.
I
look back and see the shadow,
Trying
to engulf me in the meadow
I
fear no evil,
For
I believe in the Bible
All
I wanted was to be free,
To
fly around like a bee
Death
is my ticket
To
get out of this world
At
end one thing I do agree
For
its death that sets me free!
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