please make an appearance©
It's gonna get harder to keep things afloat
my money tree's drowning in tears i have wrote,
how am i gonna make ends meet
without ending up on the street?
There i'll lose many a momento
that i treasure so,
things Precious Faron enjoyed so much
things that He would often touch.
But what i'm afraid of most of all
is Him not here to touch Me when i fall,
the touch that brought such comfort
to any worry or hurt.
Now in me there's many a hole
without the arms of My Special Angel,
i am never going to heal as long as i'm here
on earth oh sweet final death please appear.
I'm being bled dry
no matter how i may try,
i need deep sleep to bring
an end to my suffering.
THINGS WILL NOT GET BETTER TRUST ME
you don't know the whole situation truly,
things will only get worse as time goes on
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It's unbearable how much i miss you Faron
and the Heaven on earth we were sharin.....
Sally
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