it wasn’t
an angel that took her away from me
There were
no golden trumpets, I saw no silver wings
When life
gets mean, with a dull blade it cuts
You wanna
die ‘cause you hurt too much to go on
But you go
on….
Blame it on
God, you’re cursin’ at the sun
It’s cruel
how it shines as if she isn’t gone
Sometimes
it feels better to just let it bleed
You’ll find
the strength when you’re down on your knees
To go on,
and you’ll go on,
Writing the
rest of the song
We’ll sing
till the end of the story
On broken
legs we will run
We are
writing the rest of the song
I will not
believe heaven needed another rose
But I’m
sure there’s a place where everything beautiful goes
And if
she’s thru the clouds lookin’ down on me
I’ll be……
Writing the
rest of the song
Sing till
the end of the story
On broken
legs we will run
We are
writing the rest of the song
We are
writing the rest of the song
