Come Hither.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Can you hear me, when I call your name?
My heart thump not from being nervous.
Sometimes, I'm thinking God made me special here on purpose.
So all the while till I'm gone, make my words important so,
If I slip away, if I die today, the last thing you remember,
Won't be about some apple bottom jeans, with the boots, with the fur.
Baby, how I dream of being free since my birth,
Cursed, but the demons I confronted would disperse.
Have you ever heard some shit so real?
Beyond from the heart, from the soul you can feel?
And if I die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.
But please don't cry, just know that I have made these songs for you.
And if I die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take,
'Cause I'm ready for the funeral.
I'm ready for the funeral.
My heart thump not from being nervous.
Sometimes, I'm thinking God made me special here on purpose.
So all the while till I'm gone, make my words important so,
If I slip away, if I die today, the last thing you remember,
Won't be about some apple bottom jeans, with the boots, with the fur.
Baby, how I dream of being free since my birth,
Cursed, but the demons I confronted would disperse.
Have you ever heard some shit so real?
Beyond from the heart, from the soul you can feel?
And if I die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.
But please don't cry, just know that I have made these songs for you.
And if I die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take,
'Cause I'm ready for the funeral.
I'm ready for the funeral.
posted by Lynette # 5:35:00 PM 
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