Sunday, June 26, 2016

Penny Dreadful


When I was young
And scared of the Lord
My mother would sing me a song
A tune that I keep in a sacred place
Because I know that my life won't be long
It tells of the place where you go
When your time here on Earth is through 
A beautiful place we call heaven 
Is it true?
Please God I pray that it's true 
'Cause once this land was heaven on earth 
Green hills were all you could see
But now it's soot and steel and brick
So it looks more like hell to me
And each day brings more and more suffering 
And each night is silence and fear 
And I wake to the sound of your voice 
But you're not here 
Why aren't you here?
So now I lay me down to sleep
I pray my Lord
My soul to keep
Please let me die before I wake
So the Lord my soul, can take?
Then maybe I'll finally find you
Midst the beauty of paradise 
And you'll sing not of dying but living 
Wouldn't that be nice?
Wouldn't that be nice?

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