i only come here seeking peace.
At the end of days
At the end of time
When the sun burns out will any of this matter?
Who will be there to remember who we were?
Who will be there to know that any of this had meaning for us?
And in retrospect I'll say we've done no wrong
Who are we to judge what's right and what has purpose for us?
With designs upon ourselves to do no wrong,
Running wild unaware of what might come of us
i don't think i can handle much more. my body and mind are breaking down bit by bit by bit. each day is a painful reminder that i have lost, each day a thorn in my side forcing me to remember that my beautiful little girl is gone and is never coming back. my arms ache to hold her.
i would give anything to make things right.
just try.....
At the end of time
When the sun burns out will any of this matter?
Who will be there to remember who we were?
Who will be there to know that any of this had meaning for us?
And in retrospect I'll say we've done no wrong
Who are we to judge what's right and what has purpose for us?
With designs upon ourselves to do no wrong,
Running wild unaware of what might come of us
i don't think i can handle much more. my body and mind are breaking down bit by bit by bit. each day is a painful reminder that i have lost, each day a thorn in my side forcing me to remember that my beautiful little girl is gone and is never coming back. my arms ache to hold her.
i would give anything to make things right.
just try.....