Suicide Epidemic
Today the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost
welcome home another soul in dissarray,
and on Earth we listen to the Pastor pray.
With heavy hearts we'll walk away
to leave you in your self-dug grave.
You broke our hearts, as we broke your's
because of our words you blood poured.
But we blame you,
for the things we pushed you to.
And thus life ends by its own hand.
But now you dance with angels
and you're flying with God
you can drop the pain hidden in your facade
walking the gold streets of Heaven,
hold your halo high, let me see you fly
In Heaven's haven where you stay
I know you're safe from my razor's edge
with your wings of the purest white
and your heart's scars healed.
You are free.
Another trip around the sun,
and other young souls fly
their wings on the wind of their cries.
In the midst of their painful good-bye's
they shoot for the sky.
But now they dance with angels,
and now they fly with God
they can drop the pain hidden in their facade
they walk the gold streets of Heaven
they hold their halos high, let us watch them fly.
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