Death
I come from a place where you
yell
and no one seems to hear your call
When
you try to hold someone they feel
nothing
at all
I
come from a place where you see
people
crying...
familiar faces crying over
some grave
I come from a place where
walking
turns to running through people to see this
grave
I
come from a place where you find
people crying over
your gave
Where an angel with black wings ask for your
hand
to
take you to where you belong
I
come from a place where you ride on
the
back of the angel of death
Where he takes you to a place
you'll be happy
I come from a place of the
land of the dead
When
you see the day of judgment
Where
he decides where you go
he points to one side and the angel takes you
there
I come from a place where you
look down
on the people who cried on your
grave
Where you cry on the
shoulder of God
Where Jesus hugs you to heal
the wounds of your heart.
