As you lay there dieing
I sit hear crying,
Wishing I could do something,
Knowing there is nothing
I can do or say.
I wish there was a price to pay
To make you all better
But there’s not, so I'll right you a letter.
And give you my hope about a paradises
And life is not just a role of the dice.

lilly mandrell

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