I sit alone--
In a four-cornered room
staring at candles
Dwelling in a den of despair
Sort of like Daniel
My Daddy said to, "Handle your business"
But Pop, I can't though
Somebody put a knife in my side
I'm bleeding bad now
Tears of a clown
When I cry, I'm smiling sad so
The next time you see me go down
Help me to stand bro
I pray toward the day when I can
Walk as a man would
'Til then, I'm going to stick to the plan
Just like a man should
Fears traded in for more tears
I lost my best friend
Cried, prayed and sang through the years
God bless the dead and...
The night before The Mourning, won't you--
Send me an angel
Like water breaking free of the womb,
Thats when the rain fell...
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