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People are dying every day,
drugs are taking them away,
and when we look all around there is no hope to be found,
so every day we kneel down to pray,
knowing that Jesus is the only way.
Our help comes from up above,
and none other can give us his love.
As for my father, he is gone and shall rest in peace
and was bound but is now set free,
like a bird he has flown away,
and won't come back to this earth another day.
So brothers and sisters I say unto you,
be like a bird and you'll fly away too!
Kalissa
lil_missleey@yahoo.com
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