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How can I begin to tell you how I see this?
Just a name, a list, that has a greater meaning
And it cries out from a heart that's still beating,
I can't change that now, God's hand, stealing,
It cries out, a heart not beating it's done with now,
And all for what reasons?
I cannot imagine how it must have hit you
Can you hear my voice or what I'm saying to you now?
Your hands feel so cold
Do you even know how close you are to leaving?
I stand with this knot in throat
And you lay barely breathing now
Your hands feel so cold and it cries out, still crying out
Autor(es): Haste
