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.