For a long time, I was lost in a haze of confusion.
Where did I go wrong? How did I fail? Why?
I found myself in a seedier part of town. Jennifer had mentioned going to a club here often. Maybe…yes! I had found it.
I went inside. The pounding music, the flashing lights, the smell of smoke, and something very illegal.
I wasn't an old fart at 25, so I was accepted without a word. I went in, listened to the music, feeling the beat in my very bones. To this day, the words haunt me.
Girl at 16, whole life ahead of her,
Slashed her wrists, bored with life,
Didn't succeed, thank the Lord,
For small mercies.
Fighting back the tears,
Mother weeps and no complaints,
Sixty candles burning in her mind,
She takes the blame,
It's always the same,
She goes down on her knees and prays.
I don't want to start any blasphemous rumors,
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor,
And when I die, I expect to find him laughing.
Girl at 18, fell in love with everything,
Found new life in Jesus Christ.
Got hit by a car, ended up,
On a life support machine.
Summer's day, as she passed away,
Birds were singing in the summer sky,
Then came the rain,
And once again,
A tear fell from her mother's eye.
I don't want to start any blasphemous rumors,
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor,
And when I die, I expect to find him laughing.
I don't want to start any blasphemous rumors,
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor,
And when I die, I expect to find him laughing.
I don't want to start any blasphemous rumors,
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor,
And when I die, I expect to find him laughing.