playing cards in my room
upon the cordory bedspread we sat
my cousin and I
waiting for the morning wake

oh death come near
take our sorrow and tears
our precious angel is no more
oh death come near
his mom is gone
and I don't know
why she had to bare this sickness

he cries and remains bitter
I make light to try and make him laugh
I hated to see his pain and loss
my cousins sorry rests heavey
upon the shallow breath we share

oh death come near
take our sorrow and tears
our precious angel is no more
oh death come near
his mom is gone
and I don't know
why she had to bare this sickness

a white casket adorned with pretty flowers
all of us clad in black
the preacher asks us to bow and pray
I hear the the soft sound of the cries
asking God why our
lil angel is no more

oh death come near
take our sorrow and tears
our precious angel is no more
oh death come near
his mom is gone
and I don't know
why she had to bare this sickness

01/29/2007

Posted on 01/29/2007
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