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They must be singing, songs of glory their sister has come home, I am assured the angels welcomed you home Streets of gold, beneath your once weary feet voice raised in infinite songs of praise I have no doubt; you are dancing Your sweet smiling face,looking down on us those left behind to accept the loss Tears of joy, of sadness will certainly fall gracing the cheeks of those that love you Hands will raise, voices will l...
You were my parachute,Always opening, rescuing mejust before I hit the ground. Now, it seemsI am free fallingNothing is catching me this time. When will I hit the ground? You were my whiskey,When I had nothing but a needSo it seems,even whiskey goes bad. You were my firekeeping me warmWhen my world was coldPerhaps, I’ll just freeze now. You became my everything,You still are, My love doesn’t end Just because you left.