Time it seems to struggle when passing through my day,
The long hours I wait wondering,
Heaven is for someone else; a mystery to me.
He was given and stolen a breath of life,
The door is waiting to be moved.
Still grumpy
Still grumpy
Time it seems to struggle when passing through my day,
The long hours I wait wondering,
Heaven is for someone else; a mystery to me.
He was given and stolen a breath of life,
The door is waiting to be moved.
Still grumpy
Still grumpy
UK-based musical theatre geek previously living with a brain tumour!
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