Don’t cry, for me

Maybe the gates of heaven are closing.

Maybe the skies are just crying.

Maybe the universe feels lonely.

Maybe this heavy heart is just empty.

So I got down on my knees and lowered my gaze.

Stared at my palms and sang you a praise.

God, bless my soul to soldier on.

Please stay with me in this marathon.

I know pain is a state of mind and nothing last forever

but if I die tonight, promise you’ll say a prayer.

For me.

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