Maybe God said your time was do
but when you left i screamed and boo-hoo'd
ill see you again when my time is through
but for now when i see a rose ill think of you
Troubled by how my life may be
and painting a picture of when i may see the
now your gone to get your key
you may open up the gates and let your wings go free
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