Paroles

The days were numbered
hanging above our heads
like a procession of clouds had been formed
when all of our tears had cried out
 
How do you carry on knowing
the death you are carrying inside you
will slowly overcome you?
It is hard to make every moment count
when so much rests on it-
each second you are being pulled further and further away
as your body invades itself
I know how much you wanted to live
This is never enough time
but you were robbed of it
We were robbed of you
Written by: Keith Latinen, Pat Sheufelt
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