Over, Before It Begun
She hadn't heard from him in a while,
But there are few moments, he's not
On her mind
Her heart understood, things must be
left this way, still there's just
No getting him, out of her head
With every morning her hope rose with
The sun, hoping she'd hear from him
Someway
But the clock on the wall, says days
Have come and gone, her heart sinks
Each evening, with the setting of the
Sun
Could have been the love of a
lifetime, over, before it had ever
Begun.
"JESUS IS LORD"
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